ays to get things straight; that will do capitally."

"And you'll be sure to see that the books are carefully moved," said
Raeburn. "I can't have the markers displaced."

Erica laughed. Her father had a habit of putting candle lighters in
his books to mark places for references, and the appearance of the
book shelves all bristling with them had long been a family joke, more
especially as, if a candle lighter happened to be wanted for its proper
purpose, there was never one to be found.

"I will pack them myself," she said.

CHAPTER XXXI. Brian as Avenger

A paleness took the poet's cheek;
"Must I drink here?" he seemed to seek
The lady's will with utterance meek.

"Ay, ay," she said, "it so must be,"
(And this time she spake cheerfully)
"Behooves thee know world's cruelty." E. B. Browning

The trial of Luke Raeburn, on the charge of having published a
blasphemous libel in a pamphlet entitled "Bible Miracles," came on in
the Court of Queen's Bench early in December. It excited a great deal of
interest. Some people hoped that the revival of an almost obsolete law
would really help to check the spread of heterodox views, and praised
Mr. Pogson for his energy and religious zeal. These were chiefly
well-meaning folks, not much given to the study of precedents. Some
people of a more liberal turn read the pamphlet in question, and were
surprised to see that matter quite as heterodox might be found in many
high-class reviews which lay about on drawing room tables, the only
difference being that the articles in the reviews were written in
somewhat ambiguous language by fashionable agnostics, and that "Bible
Miracles" was a plain, blunt, sixpenny tract, avowedly written for the
people by the people's tribune.

This general interest and attention, once excited, gave rise to the
following results: to an indiscriminate and wholesale condemnation of
"that odious Raeburn who was always seeking notoriety;" to an immense
demand for "Bible Miracles," which in three months reached its fiftieth
thousand; and to a considerable crowd in Westminster Hall on the first
day of the trial, to watch the entrance and exit of the celebrities.

Erica had been all day in the court. She had written her article for
the "Daily Review: in pencil during the break for luncheon; but, as
time wore on, the heated atmosphere of the place, which was crammed
to suffocation, became intolerable to her. She grew whiter an