The instant flashed forth like a point of light and now from cloud on cloud of vague circumstance confused form was veiling softly its afterglow. A stout student who stood below them on the steps said: --Come back to the mistress, Temple. Yet at that instant, humbled and alert in their look, they were lit by one tiny human point, the window of a shrivelled soul, poignant and self-embittered. "But did the children give you a reason?" "For not alluding to your leaving us? Yes; they said you would like it better.