'  Undo  and  do.  Undo  the  wrong  and  do  the
right.'

'  I  cannot.  The  wrong  is  past  undoing — and  I  am  past
doing  right.'

1  Do  not  blaspheme — go  !     Do  it.'

'What?'

*  Call  her — that  other  woman — Beatrice.      Bring  her  to
him,  and  him  to  her.'

'  And  see  them  meet ! '

She  covered  her  face  with  her  hands,  and  one  short
moan  escaped  her  lips.
*  May  I  not  die  ? '  she  cried  despairingly.      '  May  I  not
die — for   him — for  her,    for  both?     Would   that   not   be
enough?     Would  they  not  meet?     Would  they  not  then
be  free  ? '

'  Do  you  love  him  still  ? '

'  With  all  my  broken  heart —

'  Then  do  not  leave  his  happiness  to  chance  alone,  but
go  at  once.  There  is  one  little  act  of  Heaven's  work  still  in
your  power.  Make  it  all  yours.'

His  great  hands  rested  on  her  shoulders  and  his  eyes
looked  down  to  hers.
'  Is  it  so  bitter  to  do  right  ? '  he  asked.
'  It  is  very  bitter,'  she  answered.
Very  slowly  she  turned,  and  as  she  moved  he  went
beside  her,  gently  urging  her  and  seeming  to  support  her.
Slowly,  through  vestibule  and  passage,  they  went  on  and
entered  together  the  great  hall  of  the  flowers.  The
Wanderer  was  there  alone.
He  uttered  a  short  cry  and  sprang  to  meet  her,  but
stepped  back  in  awe  of  the  great  white-robed  figure  that
towered  by  her  side.
*  Beatrice  ! '  he  cried,  as  they  passed.
'  I  am  not  Beatrice,'  she  answered,  her  downcast  eyes
not  raised  to  look  at  him,  moving  still  forward  under  the
gentle  guidance  of  the  giant's  hand.
