Do Thou therefore remove love from him, lest it prove a hindrance to him on the way on which he goes.

Let the memory of the cross be blotted out from his mind, so that he may do successfully that which he desires.' Hyacinth wrenched his hand free from the grasp which held it, and flung himself forward across the table at which they knelt.

Except for his sobs and his choking efforts to subdue them, there was silence in the room.

Canon Beecher rose from his knees and stood watching him, his lips moving with unspoken supplication.

At last Hyacinth also rose and stood, calm suddenly.
'You have conquered me,' he said.
'My son, my son, this is joy indeed! All along I knew He could not fail you.