ss. It was for Herbert Courtland
that Ella had put on that lovely dress; but she was guiltless, he was
guiltless. (Curiously enough, she felt quite as happy in the thought
that he was guiltless.) Yes, Ella had come to her wearing that dress
instead of waiting for him, and he----Ah, she now knew what he had meant
when he had called her his good angel. She had saved him.

She flung herself on her knees in a passion of thanksgiving to God for
having made her the means of saving a soul from hell--yes, for the time
being.

And then she began to think what she should do in order that that soul
should be saved forever.

It was time for her to dress for dinner before she had finished working
out that great question, possibly the greatest question that ever
engrossed the attention of a young woman: how to save the soul of a man,
not temporarily, but eternally.

And all the time that she was in her room alone she had not a single
thought regarding the scene through which she had passed with the Rev.
George Holland. She had utterly forgotten him and his wickedness--his
vain sophistries. She had forgotten all that he had said to her--his
monstrous calumny leveled against her dearest friend; she even
forgot her unjust treatment of George Holland and her rudeness--her
unparalleled rudeness toward him. She was thinking over something very
much more important. What was a question of mere etiquette compared to
the question of saving a man's soul alive?

But when she dined opposite to her father it was to the visit of George
Holland she referred rather than to the visit of Herbert Courtland.

"What had George Holland got to say that was calculated to interest
you?" her father inquired. The peaches were on the table and the servant
had, of course, left the room.

"He had nothing to say of interest to me," she replied.

"Nothing, except, of course, that his respectful aspiration to marry
you----" suggested Mr. Ayrton.

"You need not put the 'except' before that, my papa," said she.

"And yet I have for some years been under the impression that even when
a man whom she recoils from marrying talks to a young woman about his
aspirations in the direction of marriage, she is more interested than
she would be when the man whom she wishes to marry talks on some other
topic."

"At any rate, George Holland didn't interest me so long as he talked
of his aspirations. Then he talked of--well, of something else, and
I'm afraid that I was