ter! But we were saved, and I feel that we have been saved
forevermore. I feel strong by your side now. And you, I know, feel
strong, Bertie?"

"I have awakened from my dream, Ella. You called her your good angel
too. Surely it was my good angel that sent me to her that evening!"

Ella was staring at him. He said that he knew everything. It appeared
that she was the one who was not in the fortunate position of knowing
all.

She stared.

"Phyllis Ayrton--you were with her?"

"For half an hour. She was unconscious of the effect her words had upon
me,--the words of another woman,--leading me back to the side of those
who have gone forever. I listened to her, and then it was that I awoke.
She did not know. How could she tell that the light of heaven was
breaking in upon a soul that was on the brink of hell? She saved me."

"She told me nothing of that." There was a curious eagerness in her
voice. "She told me nothing. Oh, how could she tell me anything? She
knew nothing of it herself. She looked on you as an ordinary visitor.
She told you that I fled to her. Oh, Bertie, Bertie! those hours that I
passed--the terrible conflict. But when I felt her arms about me I knew
that I was safe. Then Stephen entered. I thought that we were lost--you
and I; that he had returned to find you waiting. I don't know if he had
a suspicion. At any rate we were saved, and by her--dear Phyllis. Oh,
will she ever know, I wonder, what it is to be a woman? Bertie, she is
my dearest friend--I told you so. I thought of her and you--long ago.
Oh, why should you not think of her now that you have awakened and are
capable of thought--the thought of a sane man?"

He sat with an elbow resting on the front of the opera box, his head
upon his hand. He was not looking at her, but beyond her. He seemed to
be lost in thought.

Was he considering that curious doctrine which she had propounded, that
if a man really loves a woman he will marry her dearest friend? He made
no reply to her. The point required a good deal of thought, apparently.

"You hear me, Bertie--dear Bertie?" she said.

He only nodded.

She remembered that, upon a previous occasion, when she had made
the same suggestion to him, he had put it aside as unworthy of
comment--unworthy of a moment's thought. How could it be possible
for him, loving her as he did, to admit the possibility of another's
attractiveness in his eyes? The idea had seemed ludicrous to him.

But now he made no