"Life should be two-fold, not single. That, Phillis, is the great secret of the world. Every man is a priest; every woman is a priestess; it is a sacrament which you have learned of Jack this day. Go on with him in faith and hope. Love is the Universal Church and Heaven is everywhere. Live in it; die in it; and dying begin your life of love again."
"Phil," cried Jack, "what is it? You look as if you had seen a vision."
"I have heard the voice of Abraham Dyson," she said solemnly. "He is satisfied and pleased with us, Jack."
That was nothing to what followed, for presently there occurred a really wonderful thing.
On Phillis's table—they were all three sitting in the pleasant morning-room—lay among her lesson-books and drawing materials a portfolio. Jack turned it over carelessly. There was nothing at all in it except a single sheet of white paper, partly written over. But there had been other sheets, and these were torn off.
"It is an old book full of writing," said Phillis carelessly. "I have torn out all the leaves to make rough sketches at the back. There is only one left now."
Jack took it up and read the scanty remnant.
"Good heavens!" he cried. "Have you really destroyed all these pages, Phil?"
Then he laughed.
"What is it, Jack? Yes I have torn them all out, drawn rough things on them, and then burnt them, every one."