She remained silent.

"And, worst of all, you do not desire redemption! You are one of
those who forever and ever cry, 'Evil, be thou my good!' Thus for
you, Christ died in vain!"

A faint tremor ran through her, but she was still mute.

"So you and creatures like you, must have their way in the world
until the end," concluded the Doctor, thoughtfully. "And if all
the philosophers that ever lived were to pronounce you what you
are, they would be disbelieved and condemned as madmen! Well,
Princess, I am glad I have never at any time crossed your path
till now, or given you cause of offence against me. We part
friends, I trust? Good-night! Farewell!"

She held out her hand. He hesitated before taking it.

"Are you afraid?" she queried coldly. "It will not harm you!"

"I am afraid of nothing," he said, at once clasping the white
taper fingers in his own, "except a bad conscience."

"That will never trouble you!" and the Princess looked at him full
and steadily. "There are no dark corners in your life--no mean
side-alleys and trap-holes of deceit; you have walked on the open
and straight road. You are a good man and a wise one. But though
you, in your knowledge of spiritual things, recognize me for what
I am, take my advice and be silent on the matter. The world would