CHAPTER X.
For one instant Enid stood spellbound; then involuntarily she stepped backward, crumpling the slip of paper in her hand.
At the same movement Bale-Corphew advanced and, passing the Mystic, indicated the Sanctuary curtain.
"Go!" he commanded, in an unsteady voice.

And as the man slunk away, he wheeled round and confronted Enid.
"So this is your action ?" he said, tremulously.

"This is your conception of honor?
Truly, woman is the undoing of man!" With an excited gesture, he lifted his hand and extended it towards the white Scitsym lying upon the lectern.
But Enid met his attack with the courage that sometimes outlives hope.
"A just man need fear no woman!" she exclaimed.

"It is because you are unjust and a coward that you fear--that you suspect--that you find it necessary to hide and spy." The color surged over his face.
"I have been outraged!" he cried--"I have been outraged!" "And, like an unreasoning animal, you turn to devour the thing that has hurt you ?" "I demand justice." She threw out her hands and laughed suddenly and hysterically.
"And you call this justice?
You call it justice to trap one man and set a hundred others loose upon him ?" But Bale-Corphew turned upon her.
"And what is this man to you ?" he cried.

"What spell has he cast upon you that you can forget his outrage and his blasphemy ?" Enid met the question with her new fortitude; searching Bale-Corphew's turbulent face, she answered with a certain high simplicity.
"I do not know," she said.