Chapter 16 No.16

'Till the secret be secret no more

In the light of one hour as it flies,

Be the hour as of suns that expire

Or suns that rise."

It is quite a month later. August, hot and sunny, is reigning with quite a mad merriment, making the most of the days that be, knowing full well that the end of the summer is nigh. The air is stifling; up from