"The rest only know what He has done--not what He is; but that, too, will come in time." "And meanwhile---" "Meanwhile, you must work; the rest will come by and bye.

Oh! Oliver, be strong and faithful." She kissed him quickly, and went out.
* * * * * Oliver sat on without moving, staring, as his habit was, out at the wide view beyond his windows.

This time yesterday he was leaving Paris, knowing the fact indeed--for the delegates had arrived an hour before--but ignorant of the Man.

Now he knew the Man as well--at least he had seen Him, heard Him, and stood enchanted under the glow of His personality.

He could explain it to himself no more than could any one else--unless, perhaps, it were Mabel.