Here he released her hands.
"Knowing what you do know you have no need of my help"--he continued--"You have not found happiness yet, because that only comes through one source--Love. But I doubt not that God will give you that in His own good time." He paused--then went on--"As you go out, enter the chapel for a moment and send a prayer on the Sound-Ray to the Centre of all Knowledge,--the source of all discovery--have no fear but that it will arrive! The rest is for you to decide."
She hesitated.
"And--the Brazen City?" she queried.
"The Golden City!" he answered--"Well, you have had your experience! Your name is known there--and no doubt you can hear from it when you will."
"Do YOU hear from it?" she asked, pointedly.
He smiled gravely.
"I may not speak of what I hear"--he answered. "Nor may you!"
She was silent for a space--then looked up at him appealingly.
"The world is changed for me"--she said--"It will never be the same again! I do not seem to belong to it--other influences surround me,--how I live in it?--how shall I work--what shall I do?"
"You will do as you have always done--go your own way"--he replied--"The way which has led you to so much discovery and attainment. You must surely know in your own soul that you have been guided in that way--and your success is the result of allowing yourself to BE guided. In all things you will be guided now--have no fear for yourself! All will be well for you!"
"And for you?" she asked impulsively.
He smiled.
"Why think of me?" he said, gently--"I am nothing in your life--"
"You are!" she replied--"You are more than you imagine. I begin to realise--"
He held up his hand with a warning gesture.
"Hush!" he said--"There are things of which we must not speak!"
At that moment the monastery bell tolled the midday "Angelus." Don Aloysius bent his head--Morgana instinctively did the same. Within the building the deep voices of the brethren sounded, chanting,-"Angelus Domini nuntiavit Maria Et concepit de Spiritu sancto."
As the salutation to heaven finished, the mellow music of the organ in the chapel sent a wave of solemn and prayerful tenderness on the air, and, moved by the emotion of the hour, Morgana's heart beat more quickly and tears filled her eyes.