were worn—the chanting and singing, the vague brilliance of the numerous candle flames, the multitudinous unanimity of the congregation down there, kneeling, rising, thunderously responding invariably inebriated him. Inspired him, if you will, and turned the prose of his life into poetry. And Chance, coming to the aid of Dame Nature, dropped just the apt suggestion into his now highly responsive ear.
The second hymn was a simple and popular one, dealing with the theme of Faith, Hope and Charity, and having each verse ending with the word "Love." Conceive it, long drawn out and disarticulate,—
Faith will van . . . ish in . . . to sight,
Hope be emp . . . tied in deli . . . ight,
Love in Heaven will shine more bri . . . ight
There . . . fore give us Love.
At the third repetition of the refrain, Lewisham looked down across the chancel and met her eyes for a brief instant. . . .
He stopped singing abruptly. Then the consciousness of the serried ranks of faces below there, came with almost overwhelming force upon him, and he dared not look at her again. He felt the blood rushing to his face.
Love! The greatest of these. The greatest of all things. Better than fame. Better than knowledge. So came the great discovery like a flood across his
