SANCTUARY "This afternoon," Madame Christophor declared, looking thoughtfully at Julien, "I am going to send you a new secretary." He turned a little eagerly in his easy-chair. "Lady Anne!" he exclaimed. "Are you glad?" she asked. Julien hesitated. His eyes sought his companion's face. She was seated at the small writing-table drawn up close to his side, her head resting upon her left hand, the pen in her right fingers sketching idle figures at the bottom of the sheet which she had just written. She was wearing a dress of strange-colored muslin, a shade between gray and silver, but from underneath came a shimmer of blue, and there were turquoises about her neck. Her large, soft eyes were fixed steadfastly upon his. There was a sort of question in them which he seemed to have surprised

