"And that means, my sweet?"

"That we should keep this blessed secret just a little longer--to
ourselves. I feel as if I could not bear to have it explained, defended,
or justified, and all that must follow, my very dear man, when the play
is over and we return to--to school. I shall be glad and ready to do all
this a little later on; proud to have you do it for me, and--we'll face
the music. It is going to be music, dear, I am sure of that. But some
very stern questions will be asked by that sweet mother of yours, and she
shall have her answer. Then Doctor Ledyard, with all the prayer gone from
his eyes, will call me up for judgment and demand to know what right a
nurse, even a white nurse, had to lay hands upon a young physician who
was on the road to glory! It will be hard to answer him; but never mind!"

"And then, dear lady of mystery, what then?"

"Why, then I'm going to beckon to you and we'll dance----"

"Dance, my darling?"

"Yes, dance away and away to a holy place I know, and then I'm going to
tell you the whole story of Priscilla----"

But at that moment Margaret Moffatt came upon the scene. The miracle of
love had transfigured the girl. She looked, as Travers had said to
Priscilla, like the All Woman: large, fine, and noble, with unashamed
surrender in her splendid eyes.

"And that is what she is!" Priscilla had replied, "the All Woman. I could
die for her, live for her, do anything for her. For me, she is the first,