“Are you sure it is?” he answered. “It would be so unreasonable.” “I didn’t know it was going to be such a swell affair, or I shouldn’t have come,” he said.!

She walked with him to Euston and saw him into the train. He had given up his lodgings and was living with her father at The Pines. They were busy on a plan for securing the co-operation of the workmen, and she promised to run down and hear all about it. She would not change her mind about Birmingham, but sent everyone her love. God. The Eternal Creator. Out of matter, lifeless void, he had moulded His worlds, had ordered His endless firmament. It was finished. The greater task remained: the Universe of mind, of soul. Out of man it should be created. God in man and man in God: made in like image: fellow labourers together with one another: together they should build it. Out of the senseless strife and discord, above the chaos and the tumult should be heard the new command: “Let there be Love.”

“I’ve always been considered good at asking awkward questions,” she assured him. “Shall I shut the door?” suggested Joan. “And then did your feelings towards him change suddenly?” questioned Miss Tolley.