CHAPTER VII.
MEIN HERR.
So I went on my lonely way, and, on reaching the Hall, I found Lady Muriel standing at the garden-gate waiting for me.
"No need to give you joy, or to wish you joy?" I began.
"None whatever!" she replied, with the joyous laugh of a child. "We give people what they haven't got: we wish for something that is yet to come. For me, it's all here! It's all mine! Dear friend," she suddenly broke off, "do you think Heaven ever begins on Earth, for any of us?"
