nd damning it to success.

Now Lewis saw the beginning he had made through his father's eyes. He
saw the facile riot and exaggerations of youth, and contrasted their
quick appeal to a hurried age with the modesty of the art that hides
behind the vision and reveals itself not to an age or to ages, but in
the long, slow measure of life everlasting. He undid all but the
skeleton of what he had done, and on the bare frame built the
progression of repressed beauty which was to escape the glancing eye
only to find a long abiding-place in the hearts of those who worship
seldom, but worship long.

At last he got word from H lne. Has letter had followed her to the
Continent and from there to Egypt. She wrote that she was tired of
travel, and was coming home. In a postscript she mentioned a glimpse of
Leighton at Port Said. Lewis was impatient to see her. He had begun to
know his liberation.

The revelation that had come to him in the park was not destined to
stand alone. Between such women as Folly and their victims exists an
almost invariable camaraderie that forbids the spoiling of sport. The
inculcation of this questionable loyalty is considered by some the last
attribute of the finished adventuress, and by others it is said to be
due to the fact that such women draw and are drawn by men whose major
rule is to "play fair." Both conclusions are erroneous, as any victim
can testify.

The news that Lewis no longer followed in Folly's train permeated his
world with a rapidity that has no parallel outside of London except in
the mental telegraphy of aboriginal Africa. Men soon began to talk to
him, to tell him things. He turned upon the first with an indignant
question, "Why didn't you tell me this before?" and the informer stared
at him and smiled until Lewis found the answer for himself and flushed.
Ten thousand pointing fingers cannot show the sunrise to the blind.

By the time H lne came back, Lewis not only knew his liberation, but
had begun to bless Folly as we bless the stroke of lightning that
strikes at us and just misses. He complied with H lne's summons
promptly, but with a deliberation that surprised him, for it was not
until he was on the way to her house that he realized that he had no
troubles to pour out to her ear.

Nevertheless, a sense of peace fell upon him as he entered the familiar
room of cheerful blue chintzes and light. H lne was as he had ever
known her. She gave him a slow, measuring welcome, and