a a beauty quite unattainable
by features only--"You're not set on him?"

Morgana held up a finger.

"Listen!" she said--"Isn't that a lovely valse? Doesn't the music seem
to sweep round and tie us all up in a garland of melody! How far, far
above all these twirling human microbes it is!--as far as heaven from
earth! If we could really obey the call of that music we should rise on
wings and fly to such wonderful worlds!--as it is, we can only hop
round and round like motes in a sunbeam and imagine we are enjoying
ourselves for an hour or two! But the music means so much more!" She
paused, enrapt;--then in a lighter tone went on--"And you think I would
marry? I would not marry an emperor if there were one worth
having--which there isn't!--and as for Roger Seaton, I certainly am not
'set' on him as you so elegantly put it! And he's not 'set' on me.
We're both 'set' on something else!"

She was standing near an open window as she spoke, and she looked up at
the dark purple sky sprinkled with stars. She continued slowly, and
with emphasis--

"I might--possibly I might--have helped him to that something else--if
I had not discovered something more!"

She lifted her hand with a commanding gesture as though
unconsciously,--then let it drop at her side. Lydia Herbert looked at
her perplexedly.

"You talk so very strangely!" she said.

Morgana smiled.

"Yes, I know I do!" she admitted--"I am what old Scotswomen call 'fey'!
You know I was born away in the Hebrides,--my father was a poor herder
of sheep at one time before he came over to the States. I was only a
baby when I was carried away from the islands of mist and rain--but I
was 'fey' from my birth--"

"What is fey?" interrupted Miss Herbert.

"It's just everything that everybody else is NOT"--Morgana
replied--"'Fey' people are magic people; they see what no one else
sees,--they hear voices that no one else hears--voices that whisper
secrets and tell of wonders as yet undiscovered--" She broke off
suddenly. "We must not stay talking here"--she resumed-"All the folks
will say we are planning the bridesmaids' dresses and that the very day
of the ceremony is fixed! But you can be sure that I am not going to
marry anybody--least of all Roger Seaton!"

"You like him though! I can see you like him!"

"Of course I like him! He's a human magnet,--he 'draws'! You fly
towards him as if he were a bit of rubbed sealing-wax and you a snippet
of paper! But you soon drop o