ing world or its ways--we are of the New Race, and time does not
count with us."

"Quite true," he said--"But for these persons in whom you are
interested, time is still considered--and for the girl it will be long!"

"Not with such love as hers!" replied Morgana. "Each moment, each hour
will be filled with hope and prayer and constant vigilance. Love makes
all things easy! It is useless to contend with a fate which both the
man and woman have made for themselves. He is--I should say he was a
scientist, who discovered the means of annihilating any section of
humanity at his own wish and will--he played with the fires of God and
brought annihilation on himself. MY discovery--the force that moves my
air-ship--the force that is the vital element of all who live in the
Golden City--is the same as his!--but _I_ use it for health and
movement, progress and power--not for the destruction of any living
soul! By one single false step he has caused the death and misery of
hundreds of helpless human creatures--and this terror has recoiled on
his own head. The girl Manella has no evil thought in her--she simply
loves!--her love is ill placed, but she also has brought her own
destiny on herself. You have worked--and so have I--WITH the universal
force, not as the world does, AGAINST it,--and we have made OURSELVES
what we are and what we SHALL BE. There is no other way either forward
or backward,--you know there is not!" Here she rose from her knees and
confronted him, a light aerial creature of glowing radiance and elfin
loveliness--"And you must fulfil her wish--and mine!"

He rose also and stood erect, a noble figure of a man with a dignified
beauty of mien and feature that seemed to belong to the classic age
rather than ours.

"So be it!" he said--"I will carry out all your commands to the letter!
May I just say that your generosity to Giulio Rivardi seems almost
unnecessary? To endow him with a fortune for life is surely too
indulgent! Does he merit such bounty at your hands?"

She smiled.

"Dear Father Aloysius, Giulio has lost his heart to me!" she said--"Or
what he calls his heart! He should have some recompense for the loss!
He wants to restore his old Roman villa--and when I am gone he will
have nothing to distract him from this artistic work,--I leave him the
means to do it! I hope he will marry--it is the best thing for him!"

She turned to go.

"And your own Palazzo d'Oro?--"

"Will become the abode of self-s