dark blue air. They looked restrained and still, as if they knew all about it--all about the secret of this midnight march. For the moon--she saw the sun, and therefore made the earth glad.
"You have been a moon to me this night, my wife," I said. "You were looking full at the truth, while I was dark. I saw its light in your face, and believed, and turned my soul to the sun. And now I am both ashamed and glad. God keep me from sinning so again."
"My dear husband, it was only a mood--a passing mood," said Ethelwyn, seeking to comfort me.
"It was a mood, and thank God it is now past; but it was a wicked one. It was a mood in which the Lord might have called me a devil, as he did St. Peter. Such moods have to be grappled with and fought the moment they appear. They must not have their way for a single thought even."
"But we can't help it always, can we, husband?"
"We can't help it out and out, because our wills are not yet free with the freedom God is giving us as fast as we will let him. When we