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VICTORY.
It seems probable enough that Myrtle's whole spiritual adventure was an unconscious dramatization of a few simple facts which her imagination tangled together into a kind of vital coherence.

The philosopher who goes to the bottom of things will remark that all the elements of her fantastic melodrama had been furnished her while waking.

Master Byles Gridley's penetrating and stinging caution was the text, and the grotesque carvings and the portraits furnished the "properties" with which her own mind had wrought up this scenic show.
The philosopher who goes to the bottom of things might not find it so easy to account for the change which came over Myrtle Hazard from the hour when she clasped the bracelet of Judith Pride upon her wrist.

She felt a sudden loathing of the man whom she had idealized as a saint.
A young girl's caprice?
Possibly.