ght, understanding. She is but an infant,--open and
impressible, warm and sanguine! He isolates her from sight and reach.
He pries into her nature with keenest delicacy,--no leaf is unread.
Being learnt, he works upon it; touches each budding trait with
gentlest impulse. No violence! he seems to leave her to her own
development; yet nothing goes against his will. More than half is left
to nature, but his scarce perceptible touches bias nature. Ah! the
idealization of education!"

"This sounds more real than hypothetical!" thought Helwyse.

"So cunning was he, he reversed in her mind the universal law. Evil
was good; good, evil. She grew fast and strong, for evil is the
sweeter food; it is rich earth to the plant. She never knew that evil
existed, yet evil was all she knew! For whatever is forced reacts; he
never taught her positive sin, lest she perversely turn to good."

"Did he mean insensibly to initiate her into the knowledge of absolute
sin?"

"Such would be his purpose,--such would be his purpose. To make her a
devil, without the chance of knowing it possible to be anything else!"

"He was a fool," growled Helwyse. "The plan is folly,--impracticable
in twenty ways. A soul cannot be so influenced. Devils are not made by
education. The only devil would be the educator!"

But the voice had forgotten his presence. It ceased not to mutter to
itself while he was speaking, and now it broke forth again.

"Years have passed,--she is a woman now. She knows not that the world
exists. All is yet latent within her. But the time is at hand when the
hidden forces shall flower! Plunged into life, with nothing to hold
by, no truth, no divine help; her marvellous powers and passions in
full strength,--all trained to drag her down,--not one aspiring,
maddened by new thoughts, limitless opportunities opening before
her,--she will plunge into such an abyss of sin as has been undreamt
of since the Deluge!"

"Well,--what of it? what is the upshot?" questioned Helwyse with
sullen impatience. The emotion now apparent in the voice, uncanny
though it was, counteracted the spell wrought by its purely
intellectual depravity. Helwyse was perhaps beginning to understand
that he had ventured his stock of virgin gold for a handful of unclean
waste-paper!

"He will come back,--her father,--my enemy! I have waited for him from
youth to age. I have seen him in my dreams, and in visions. I am with
him continually,--we talk together. At fir