But the light had been seen, and in that flash of illumination I knew that the weary search was over and the very Truth was found.
I wrote the review, and asked Mr.Stead for an introduction to the writer, and then sent a note asking to be allowed to call.

I received the most cordial of notes, bidding me come, and in the soft spring evening Herbert Burrows and I--for his aspirations were as mine on this matter--walked from Netting Hill Station, wondering what we should meet, to the door of 17, Lansdowne Road.

A pause, a swift passing through hall and outer room, through folding-doors thrown back, a figure in a large chair before a table, a voice, vibrant, compelling, "My dear Mrs.Besant, I have so long wished to see you," and I was standing with my hand in her firm grip, and looking for the first time in this life straight into the eyes of "H.P.B." I was conscious of a sudden leaping forth of my heart--was it recognition ?--and then, I am ashamed to say, a fierce rebellion, a fierce withdrawal, as of some wild animal when it feels a mastering hand.

I sat down, after some introductions that conveyed no ideas to me, and listened.

She talked of travels, of various countries, easy brilliant talk, her eyes veiled, her exquisitely moulded fingers rolling cigarettes incessantly.