idea of. And I saw you at Dieppe. I don't propose to resume our acquaintance in London; kindly go at once."
Basil looked at the woman. He saw pleading, a terrible entreaty in her eyes. If he left her now, the power of this man, his strength of will, might drag her back for ever into hell. He could see the girl regarded him with terror. There was a great surprise in her face also. The man seemed so strong and purposeful. Even Gortre remembered that he had worn no such indefinable air of confidence and triumph six months ago in France.
"Miss Hunt wants me to stay, sir," he answered quietly, "and so I 'm going to stay. But perhaps you had better be given an explanation at once. Miss Hunt is going to leave you to-morrow. She will never see you again."
"And may I ask," the big man answered, "why you have interfered in my private affairs and why you think — for she is going to do nothing of the sort — Miss Hunt is going from here?"
"Simply because the Holy Spirit wills it so," said the clergyman.
Llwellyn looked steadily at him and then at the woman.
Something he saw in their faces told him the truth.
He laughed shortly. "Let me tell you," he said in a voice which quivered with ugly passion, "that in a short time all meddling priests will lose their power over the minds of others for ever. Your Christ, your God, the pale dreamer of the East, shall be revealed to you and all men at last!"
His manner had changed once more. Fierce as it was, there was an intense meaning and power in it. He spoke as one having authority, with also a concentrated hate in his words, so real and bitter that it gave them a certain fineness.
