piritual, she was surely denying the power of the Holy
Spirit in just the same way as Peter had denied and mocked at Jesus for
His assumption of divinity.

Believing, with the intuition of her higher self, with her divine mind,
whose reasoning powers were in heaven, like the desert child of God--for
so the everyday world would say of her if they had known--in the
spiritual source of the amazing message, she ceased to question the why
or the wherefore of it. She could not treat it as the mere creation of
her own overwrought imagination, and yet she would be true to Freddy in
the sense that she would do absolutely nothing to get into closer touch
with the world behind the veil. She would make no effort to develop her
powers.

On that point her conscience was absolutely clear. She had been loyal
and true to Freddy; she had left all occultism and mysticism severely
alone. And surely never in the world had her mind been farther separated
from things Egyptian or occult than on this afternoon, when she had
suddenly felt her hand begin to write of its own free will? Of all
people in the world, her Aunt Anna was the last who would call up any
suggestion of her vision in the Valley, and Freddy would agree that a
Lyons' tea-room was amazingly unsuited for such an experience.

She puzzled her brain to find out any reason why this message should have
been sent to her at this particular time, why Michael had been thrust so
vividly into her life again. Her pride had driven him from her mind
until he had at last actually lost his place in her daily thoughts. It
would be impossible now not to think of him; she was thinking of him with
a beautiful rebirth of her first romantic love.

* * * * * *

Was he, with all his horror of bloodshed and war, in the trenches while
she was snug and sleeping in her bed at night? were some mangled and
unrecognizable fragments of his body lying on the battle-fields of
Flanders? Or, sadder than all, had he, like Freddy, never been in
action? Had his life also been a useless sacrifice?

As she asked herself the question, the bright rays of Aton shone round a
figure in khaki; she saw Michael clearly and beautifully. He was
illuminated by a bright and shining light. Margaret remained motionless
and spell-bound. Her visualizing was more than a mere mental
reproduction of an imaginary scene. The bright light which surrounded
Michael revealed to her how instantly