upon the day when the light and the thought had come to me, “I Am all the Subtance there is.” I seemed to be able to live that experience over at will, and with it there always came a flood of courage and renewed energy. We journeyed on to London, and from there telegraphed Troward, asking for an interview. The telegram was promptly answered, setting a date when he could see us.

At this time Troward was living in Ruan Manor, a little out-of-the-way place in the Southern part of England, about twenty miles from a railway station. We could not find it on the map, and with great difficulty Cook’s Touring Agency, in London, located the place for us. There was very little speculation in my mind as to what Troward would say to me in this interview. There always remained the feeling that the truth was mine; also that it would grow and expand in my consciousness until peace and contentment were outward, as well as inward, manifestations of my individual life.

We arrived at Troward‘s house in a terrific rainstorm, and were cordially received by (Troward himself, whom I found, much to my. surprise, to be more the type of a Frenchman than an Englishman, (I afterward learned that be was a descendant of the Huguenot race), a man of medium stature, with a rather large head, big nose, and eyes that fairly

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