erpiece.Itismymasterpieceasitstands."

    LordHeouttothegardenandfoundDrayburyinghisfathegreatcoollilas,feverishlydrinkingintheirperfumeasifithadbeenwine.Hecameclosetohimandputhishanduponhisshoulder."Youarequiterighttodothat,"hemurmured."Nothingcurethesoulbutthesenses,justasnothingcurethesethesoul."

    Theladstartedanddrewback.Hewasbareheaded,andtheleaveshadtossedhisrebelliouscurlsandtangledalltheirgildedthreads.Therewasalookoffearinhiseyes,suchaspeoplehavewhentheyaresuddenlyawakened.Hisfinelychisellednostrilsquivered,andsomehiddennerveshookthescarletofhislipsahemtrembling.

    "Yes,"tinuedLordHenry,"thatisohegreatsecretsoflife--tocurethesoulbymeansofthesenses,andthesensesbymeansofthesoul.Youareawonderfulcreation.Youknowmorethanyouthinkyouknow,justasyoukhanyouwanttoknow."

    Drayfrownedandturnedhisheadaway.Hecouldnothelplikiall,gracefulyoungmanwhowasstandingbyhim.Hisromantic,olive-colouredfadwornexpressioedhim.Therewassomethinginhislowlanguidvoicethatwasabsolutelyfasating.Hiscool,white,flowerlikehands,even,hadacuriouscharm.Theymoved,ashespoke,likemusidseemedtohavealanguageoftheirown.Buthefeltafraidofhim,andashamedofbeingafraid.Whyhaditbeeforastraorevealhimtohimself?HehadknownBasilHallwardformonths,butthefriendshipbetweenthemhaderedhim.Suddenlytherehadesomeoneacrosshislifewhoseemedtohavedisclosedtohimlifesmystery.A,whatwastheretobeafraidof?Hewasnotaschoolbirl.Itwasabsurdthtened.

    "Letusgoandsitintheshade,&qu