rchdeacon at your office
this morning? We saw him coming out of the square with Mr. Golightly."

"Oh, did you? How hot it is to-day!"

"Isn't it? I feel as if I should like to play Ariel in gossamer--But
wasn't it?"

"You needn't trouble about that, Glory. It's an old, story that religious
intolerance likes to throw the responsibility of its acts on the civil
government."

"Then John Storm----"

"He is in no danger yet--none whatever."

"Oh, how glorious!" They had reached the balcony, and Glory was
pretending that the change in her voice and manner came of delight at the
sudden view. She stood for a moment spellbound, and then leaned over the
rail and looked through the dazzling haze that was rising from the vast
crowd below. Not a foot of turf was to be seen for a mile around, save
where at the jockeys' gate a space was kept clear by the police. It was a
moving mass of humanity, and a low, indistinguishable murmur was coming
up from it such as the sea makes on the headlands above.

The cloud had died off Glory's face and her eyes were sparkling. "What a
wonderfully happy world it must be, after all!" she said.

Just then the standard was hoisted over the royal stand to indicate that
the Prince had arrived. Immediately afterward there was a silent movement
of hats on the lawns below the boxes, and then somebody down there began
to sing God save the Queen. The people on the Grand Stand took up the
chorus, then the people on the course joined in, then the people on "The
Hill," until finally the whole multitude sang the national hymn in a
voice that was like the voice of an ocean.

Glory's eyes were now full of tears, she was struggling with a desire to
cry aloud, and Drake, who was watching her smallest action, stood before
her to screen her from the glances of gorgeously attired ladies who were
giggling and looking through lorgnettes. The fine flower of the
aristocracy was present in force, and the club stand was full of the
great ladies who took an interest in sport and even kept studs of their
own. Oriental potentates were among them in suits of blue and gold, and
the French language was being spoken on all sides.

Glory attracted attention and Drake's face beamed with delight. An
illustrious personage asked to be introduced to her, and said he had seen
her first performance and predicted her extraordinary success. She did
not flinch. There was a slight tremor, a scarcely perceptible twitching
of the lip,