while the train sped to new york, ethel brandenbourg was the one object engaging ernest's mind. he still felt the pressure of her lips upon his, and his nostrils dilated at the thought of the fragrance of her hair brushing against his forehead.

but the moment his foot touched the ferry-boat that was to take him to manhattan, the past three weeks were, for the time being at least, completely obliterated from his memory. all his other interests that he had suppressed in her company because she had no part in them, came rushing back to him. he anticipated with delight his meeting with reginald clarke. the personal attractiveness of the man had never seemed so powerful to ernest as when he had not heard from him for some time. reginald's letters were always brief. "professional writers," he was wont to say, "cannot afford to put fine feeling into their private correspondence. they must turn it into copy." he longed to sit with the master in the studio when the last rays of the daylight were tremulously falling through the stained window, and to discuss far into the darkening night philosophies young and old. he longed for reginald's voice, his little mannerisms, the very perfume of his rooms.

there also was a deluge of letters likely to await him in his apartment. for in his hurried departure he had purposely left his friends in the dark as to his whereabouts. only to jack he had dropped a little note the day after his meeting with ethel.

he earnestly hoped to find reginald at home, though it was well nigh ten o'clock in the evening, and he cursed the "rapid transit" for its inability to annihilate space and time. it is indeed disconcerting to think how many months, if not years, of our earthly sojourn the dwellers in cities spend in transportation conveyances that must be set down as a dead loss in the ledger of life. a nervous impatience against things material overcame ernest in the subway. it is ever the mere stupid obstacle of matter that weights down the wings of the soul and prevents it from soaring upward to the sun.

when at last he had reached the house, he learned from the hall-boy that clarke had gone out. ruffled in temper he entered his rooms and went over his mail. there were letters from editors with commissions that he could not afford to reject. everywhere newspapers and magazines opened their yawning mouths to swallow up what time he had. he realised at once that he would have to postpone the writing of his novel for several weeks, if not longer.

among the letters was one from jack. it bore the postmark of a little place in the adirondacks where he was staying with his parents. ernest opened the missive not without hesitation. on reading and rereading it the fine lines on his forehead, that would some day deepen into wrinkles, became quite pronounced and a look of displeasure darkened his face. something was wrong with jack, a slight change that defied analysis. their souls were out of tune. it might only be a passing disturbance; perhaps it was his own fault. it pained him, nevertheless. somehow it seemed of late that jack was no longer able to follow the vagaries of his mind. only one person in the world possessed a similar mental vision, only one seemed to understand what he said and what he left unsaid. reginald clarke, being a man and poet, read in his soul as in an open book. ethel might have understood, had not love, like a cloud, laid itself between her eyes and the page.

it was with exultation that ernest heard near midnight the click of reginald's key in the door. he found him unchanged, completely, radiantly himself. reginald possessed the psychic power of undressing the soul, of seeing it before him in primal nakedness. although no word was said of ethel brandenbourg except the mere mention of her presence in atlantic city, ernest intuitively knew that reginald was aware of the transformation that absence had wrought in him. in the presence of this man he could be absolutely himself, without shame or fear of mis-understanding; and by a strange metamorphosis, all his affection for ethel and jack went out for the time being to reginald clarke.