d read something of
his life and mission, was it not quite probable that she was creating
all that she had seen, that she was deceiving herself? It was still
possible that she was dreaming.

With nerves unstrung and a beating heart, she saw Michael appear. He
was in his early-morning top-coat. He, too, had been greeting the sun.
He had made a hasty sketch of the first colours in the sky.

"Mike," Meg cried, in a tone of relief and anxiety. "Mike, I want you,
do come here!"

The next moment Mike's arms were round her; her head was on his
shoulder.

"What is the matter, dearest?"

"The vision, Mike! I have seen it again--it has been even more
wonderful. Oh, Mike!" A stifled sob came from Margaret's full heart;
the tension of her nerves was relaxed by the comfort of human arms, of
human magnetism.

"And you were afraid, dearest?" He held her closer; his strength
nerved her. Oh, welcome humanity!

"Afraid? No--oh, no, it wasn't fear."

"What then, dear one?"

"I can't explain it. If only you had been with me!" She clung to him.

"I should not have seen him, Meg, it is not meant that I should. Look,
darling, I have been near you--I was making a sketch of the sunrise."

Meg looked in wonder at the sketch. There was no figure there; that
was the only point of interest it contained for her at the moment.

"It is not there," she said disappointedly; her voice expressed
astonishment. "Then you saw nothing?"

"Nothing of what you saw."

"Then why does it come to me? I am the very last person to understand,
to desire it."

"Dearest, the wisdom of God's ways is past our present very limited
understanding. Why did He make the world as He did? Why did He form
the mountains by the drifting of particles into the ocean? Why did He
evolve the spirit of man from a source which has baffled science? Why
does He let us know so much and understand so little?"

"I loved seeing him, Mike. He talked to me. I wasn't afraid while he
was there. It's the wonder of it now that it's past, the strangeness;
something greater than myself gets into me when the vision is there."

"Consider the privilege, Meg, the amazing privilege!"

Mike's brain was working and wondering. Why, oh why, had he not been
privileged? Why had Meg again seen the Living Truth?

Meg divined his thoughts; her fervent wish was that he also had seen
it. "Nothing further from fear ever possessed me, Mike, and yet now I
feel horribly un