And from the smouldering anger of the million at what they conceive to be injustice and hypocrisy, springs Anarchy." "All very well said,--but now suppose you were a wealthy man, what would you do with your money ?" asked Helmsley.
Angus smiled.
"I don't know, David!--I've never realised the position yet.

But I should try to serve others more than to serve myself." The conversation ceased then, for Helmsley looked pale and exhausted.

He had been on the seashore for the greater part of the afternoon, and it was now sunset.

Yet he was very unwilling to return home, and it was only by gentle and oft-repeated persuasion that he at last agreed to leave his well-loved haunt, leaning as usual on Mary's arm, with Angus walking on the other side.

Once or twice as he slowly ascended the village street he paused, and looked back at the tranquil loveliness of ocean, glimmering as with millions of rubies in the red glow of the sinking sun.
"'And there shall be no more sea!'" he quoted, dreamily--"I should be sorry if that were true! One would miss the beautiful sea!--even in heaven!" He walked very feebly, and Mary exchanged one or two anxious glances with Angus.