202 ANGEL PAVEMENT

Universe sings a lahv song. The whole Universe is a
lahv song. If it isn't, the very atoms of which we are
composed would disintegrate. I tell you, my friends,
there is radiant health, there is power, there is wander-
ful bewdy, there is lahv; all without stint, without
measure, eternal, awaiting all of us, and if we only open
our eyes, find the way, develap understainding, get in
toon? get livingness, there is not only a heaven above
but a heaven here upon earth'. . ."
' For some twenty-five minutes more, the voice went
sounding on; offering them radiant health, power, truth,
beauty, and love, without ever once faltering. Turgis
could not understand it all, but he listened in a happy
dream, forgetting that his chair was uncomfortable and
his feet were cold. He realised that he had only to do
something or other, get this livingness, and oneness and
understanding, just turn a corner, and everything would
be different, everything would be marvellous. Vaguely
he saw himself trim and sleek, with evening clothes, a
huge overcoat, white trousers for summer, money in his
pocket, money in the bank, an office of his own perhaps,
a flat with shaded lights and big chairs and a gramo-
phone and a wireless set, even a car, and by his side,
worshipping him, the loveliest and kindest of girls. It
was wonderful.

"Come again, young man," said the fussy -little man,
.at the door. "Always glad to see you here/7

"Thank you very much," said Turgis earnestly, still
glowing.

And then, somehow, outside in the wet streets, among
the black figures hurrying home, it all went. Angrily
he tried to recapture the glow and the dream, but they
would not return. Inside the steaming bus, swaying