to find his lost one. I told him to look for you first, and
he went to the hospital."

"I saw him."

"You!"

"It was on New Year's Eve. He passed me in the street."

"Ah!--Well, he came back anyway, and said you were gone, and all trace of
you was lost. Did I forget you after that, Glory?"

His husky voice broke off suddenly, and he rose with a look of
wretchedness. "You are right, there are two selves in you, and the higher
self is so pure, so strong, so unselfish, so noble--Oh, I am sure of it,
Glory! Only there's no one to speak to it, no one. I try, but I can not."

She was still crying behind her hands.

"And meanwhile the lower self--there are only too many to speak to
_that_----"

Her hands came down from her disordered face and she said, "I know whom
you mean."

"I mean the world."

"No, indeed, you mean Mr. Drake. But you are mistaken. Mr. Drake has been
a good friend to me, but he isn't anything else, and doesn't want to be.
Can't you see that when you think of me and talk of me as you would of
some other women you hurt me and degrade me, and I can not bear it? You
see I am crying again--goodness knows why. But I sha'n't give up my
profession. The idea of such a thing! It's ridiculous! Think of Glory in
a convent! One of the poor Clares perhaps!"

"Hush!"

"Or back in the island serving out sewing at a mothers' meeting! Give it
up! Indeed I won't!"

"You shall and you must!"

"Who'll make me?"

"_I_ will!"

Then she laughed out wildly, but stopped on the instant and looked up at
him with glistening eyes. An intense blush came over her face, and her
looks grew bright as his grew fierce. A moment afterward the waiting
maid, with an inquisitive expression, was clearing the table and keeping
a smile in reserve for "the lovers' quarrel!"

Some of the Guardsmen were in the train going back, and at the next
station they changed to the carriage in which Glory and John were
sitting. Apparently they had dined before leaving their club at
Maidenhead, and they talked at Glory with covert smiles. "Going to the
Colosseum tonight?" said one. "If there's time," said another. "Oh, time
enough. The attraction doesn't begin till ten, don't you know, and nobody
goes before." "Tell me she's rippin'." "Good--deuced good."

Glory was sitting with her back to the engine drumming lightly on the
window and looking out at the setting sun. At first she felt a certain
shame at the obvious references, but, piqued