To him she would unveil her soul's shy nakedness, to one who was but schooled in the discharging of a formal rite rather than to him, a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. Still another removal! A boy named Fallon in Belvedere had often asked him with a silly laugh why they moved so often. They allowed a handful of foreigners to subject them. He turned again to Stephen and said in a whisper: --Do you believe in Jesus? I believe in man.