Let colours die and sounds faint in the presence of God's Viceroy.

Yet what expression was required found itself adequately provided in that beautiful oval face, the poised imperious head, the sweet brilliant eyes and the clean-curved lips that spoke so strongly.

There was not a sound in the room, not a rustle, nor a breathing--even without it seemed as if the world were allowing the supernatural to state its defence uninterruptedly, before summing up and clamouring condemnation.
* * * * * Percy made a violent effort at self-repression, clenched his hands and listened.
" ...

Since this then is so, sons in Jesus Christ, it is for us to answer.

We wrestle not, as the Doctor of the Gentiles teaches us, _against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers, against the rulers of the world of this darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places.