face.

"But I'm not religious at all, you know," he heard her say. "I'm as
Pagan as--anything! Of course there are forms to be observed, and so on;
I rather like them than otherwise. I can make them serve very well for
my own system; for I am myself, you know, an out-an-out Greek."

"Why, I had supposed that you were full blooded Irish," the Rev. Mr.
Ware found himself remarking, and then on the instant was overwhelmed by
the consciousness that he had said a foolish thing. Precisely where the
folly lay he did not know, but it was impossible to mistake the gesture
of annoyance which his companion had instinctively made at his words.
She had widened the distance between them now, and quickened her step.
They went on in silence till they were within a block of her house.
Several people had passed them who Theron felt sure must have recognized
them both.

"What I meant was," the girl all at once began, drawing nearer again,
and speaking with patient slowness, "that I find myself much more in
sympathy with the Greek thought, the Greek theology of the beautiful
and the strong, the Greek philosophy of life, and all that, than what is
taught nowadays. Personally, I take much more stock in Plato than I
do in Peter. But of course it is a wholly personal affair; I had no
business to bother you with it. And for that matter, I oughtn't to have
troubled you with any of our--"

"I assure you, Miss Madden!" the young minister began, with fervor.

"No," she broke in, in a resigned and even downcast tone; "let it all be
as if I hadn't spoken. Don't mind anything I have said. If it is to be,
it will be. You can't say more than that, can you?"

She looked into his face again, and her large eyes produced an
impression of deep melancholy, which Theron found himself somehow
impelled to share. Things seemed all at once to have become very sad
indeed.

"It is one of my unhappy nights," she explained, in gloomy confidence.
"I get them every once in a while--as if some vicious planet or other
was crossing in front of my good star--and then I'm a caution to snakes.
I shut myself up--that's the only thing to do--and have it out with
myself I didn't know but the organ-music would calm me down, but it
hasn't. I shan't sleep a wink tonight, but just rage around from one
room to another, piling all the cushions from the divans on to the
floor, and then kicking them away again. Do YOU ever have fits like
that?"

Theron was able to reply with a