"I have been so lost in amazement," said Harry, "that I have been unable to speak. Is this, in very truth, the Palace of Delight that we have battled over so long and so often?"
"It is none other. And you are a trustee to carry out the intentions of the founder—yourself."
They went downstairs again to the great hall.
"Captain Sorensen," Angela whispered, "will you go home with the girls? I will follow in a few minutes."
Harry and Angela were left behind in the hall.
She called the man in charge of the electric light, and said something to him. Then he went away and turned down the light, and they were standing in darkness, save for the bright moon which shone through the windows and fell upon the white statues and made them look like two ghosts themselves standing among rows of other ghosts.
"Harry," said Angela.
"Do not mock me," he replied: "I am in a dream. This is not real. The place——"
"It is your own Palace of Delight. It will be given to the people in a fortnight. Are you pleased with your creation?"
"Pleased? And you?"