CHAPTER XV No, it would have to go. A religion that solemnly demanded of grown men and women in the twentieth century that they should sit and listen with reverential awe to a prehistoric edition of “Grimm’s Fairy Stories,” including Noah and his ark, the adventures of Samson and Delilah, the conversations between Balaam and his ass, and culminating in what if it were not so appallingly wicked an idea would be the most comical of them all: the conception of an elaborately organized Hell, into which the God of the Christians plunged his creatures for all eternity! Of what use was such a religion as that going to be to the world of the future?!

Miss Ensor, having finished her supper, sat smoking. They were sitting in the hall of the hotel. It was the dressing hour and the place was almost empty. He shot a swift glance at her.

The City of her Dreams! The mingled voices of the crowd shaped itself into a mocking laugh. They dined in state in the great dining-room. “Do you still go to the chapel?” she asked him a little hesitatingly.