peace； if that be true？〃
He sighed for answer； and then in a changed and lower tone added；
〃However thickly the clouds mass； however vainly we search for a
coming glimmer in their midst； we never doubt that the sky IS still
beyondbeyond and around us； infinite and infinitely restful。〃
He raised his eyes as he spoke； and mine followed his。 We had
entered the wooded glen。 Through the scanty autumn foliage we
could see the stars shining faintly in the dim moonlight； and
beyond them the deep illimitable blue。 A dark world it looked；
distant and mysterious； and my young spirit rebelled at the
consolation offered me。
〃Peace seems a long way off；〃 I whispered。
〃It is for me；〃 he answered； gently； 〃not necessarily for you。〃
〃Oh； but I am worse and weaker than you are。 If life is to be all
warfare； I must be beaten。 I cannot always be fighting。〃
〃Cannot you？ Evie； what I have been saying is true of every moral
law worth having； of every ideal of life worth striving after； that
men have yet conceived。 But it is only half the truth of
Christianity。 You know that。 We must strive； for the promise is
to him that overcometh； but though our aim be even higher than is
that of others； we cannot in the end fail to reach it。 The victory
of the Cross is ours。 You know that？ You believe that？〃
〃Yes〃 I answered； softly； too surprised to say more。 In speaking
of religion he； as a rule； showed to the full the reserve which is
characteristic of his class and country； and this sudden outburst
was in itself astonishing； but the eager anxiety with which he
emphasized the last words of appeal impressed and bewildered me
still further。 We walked on for some minutes in silence。 Then
suddenly Alan stopped； and turning； took my hand in his。 In what
direction his mind had been working in the interval I could not
divine； but the moment he began to speak I felt that he was now for
the first time giving utterance to what had been really at the
bottom of his thoughts the whole evening。 Even in that dim light I
could see the anxious look upon his face； and his voice shook with
restrained emotion。
〃Evie；〃 he said； 〃have you ever thought of the world in which our
spirits dwell； as our bodies do in this one of matter and sense；
and of how it may be peopled？ I know；〃 he went on hurriedly； 〃that
it is the fashion nowadays to laugh at such ideas。 I envy those
who have never had cause to be convinced of their reality； and I
hope that you may long remain among the number。 But should that
not be so； should those unseen influences ever touch your life； I
want you to remember then； that； as one of the race for whom Christ
died； you have as high a citizenship in that spirit land as any
creature there： that you are your own soul's warden； and that
neither principalities nor powers can rob you of that your
birthright。〃
I think my face must have shown my bewilderment； for he dropped my
hand； and walked on with an impatient sigh。
〃You don't understand me。 Why should you？ I dare…say that I am
talking nonsenseonlyonly〃
His voice expressed such an agony of doubt and hesitation that I
burst out
〃I think that I do understand you a little； Alan。 You mean that
even from unearthly enemies there is nothing that we need really
fearat least； that is； I suppose； nothing worse than death。 But
that is surely enough！〃
〃Why should you fear death？〃 he said； abruptly； 〃your soul will
live。〃
〃Yes； I know that； but still〃 I stopped with a shudder。
〃What is life after all but one long death？〃 he went on； with
sudden violence。 〃Our pleasures； our hopes； our youth are all
dying； ambition dies； and even desire at last； our passions and
tastes will die； or will live only to mourn their dead opportunity。
The happiness of love dies with the loss of the loved； and； worst
of all； love itself grows old in our hearts and dies。 Why should
we shrink only from the one death which can free us from all the
others？〃
〃It is not true； Alan！〃 I cried； hotly。 〃What you say is not true。
There are many things even here which are living and shall live；
and if it were otherwise； in everything； life that ends in death is
better than no life at all。〃
〃You say that；〃 he answered； 〃because for you these things are yet
living。 To leave life now； therefore； while it is full and sweet；
untainted by death； surely that is not a fate to fear。 Better； a
thousand times better； to see the cord cut with one blow while it
is still whole and strong； and to launch out straight into the
great ocean； than to sit watching through the slow years； while
strand after strand； thread by thread； loosens and unwinds itself；
each with its own separate pang breaking； bringing the bitterness
of death without its release。
His manner； the despairing ring in his voice； alarmed me even more
than his words。 Clinging to his arm with both hands； while the
tears sprang to my eyes
〃Alan；〃 I cried； 〃don't say such things；don't talk like that。
You are making me miserable。〃
He stopped short at my words； with bent head； his features hidden
in the shadow thus cast upon them；nothing in his motionless form
to show what was passing within him。 Then he looked up； and turned
his face to the moonlight and to me； laying his hand on one of
mine。
〃Don't be afraid；〃 he said； 〃it is all right； my little David。 You
have driven the evil spirit away。〃 And lifting my hand； he pressed
it gently to his lips。 Then drawing it within his arm； he went on；
as he walked forward； 〃And even when it was on me at its worst； I
was not meditating suicide； as I think you imagine。 I am a very
average specimen of humanity；neither brave enough to defy the
possibilities of eternity nor cowardly enough to shirk those of
time。 No； I was only trying idiotically to persuade a girl of
eighteen that life was not worth living； and more futilely still；
myself； that I did not wish her to live。 I am afraid； that in my
mind philosophy and fact have but small connection with each other；
and though my theorizing for your welfare may be true enough； yet；
I cannot help it； Evie；it would go terribly hard with me if
anything were to happen to you。〃
His voice trembled as he finished。 My fear had gone with his
return to his natural manner； but my bewilderment remained。
〃Why SHOULD there anything happen to me？〃 I asked。
〃That is just it；〃 he answered； after a pause； looking straight in
front of him and drawing his hand wearily over his brow。 〃I know
of no reason why there should。〃 Then giving a sigh； as if finally
to dismiss from his mind a worrying subject〃I have acted for the
best；〃 he said； 〃and may God forgive me if I have done wrong。〃
There was a little silence after that； and then he began to talk
again； steadily and quietly。 The subject was deep enough still； as
deep as any that we had touched upon； but both voice and sentiment
were calm； bringing peace to my spirit； and soon making me forget
the wonder and fear of a few moments before。 Very openly did he
talk as we passed on across the long trunk shadows and through the
glades of silver light； and I saw farther then into the most sacred
recesses of his soul than I have ever done before or since。
When we reached home the moon had already set； but some of her
beams seemed to have been left behind within my heart； so pure and
peaceful was the light which filled it。
The same feeling continued with me all through that evening。 After
dinner some of the party played and sang。 As it was Sunday； and
Lucy was rigid in her views； the music was of a sacred character。
I sat in a low armchair in a dark corner of the room； my mind too
dreamy to think； and too passive to dream。 I hardly interchanged
three words with Alan； who remained in a still darker spot；
invisible and silent the whole time。 Only as we left the room to
go to bed； I heard Lucy ask him if he had a headache。 I did not
hear his answer； and before I could see his face he had turned back
again into the drawing…room。
V
It was early； and when first I got to my room I felt little
inclined for sleep。 I wandered to the window； and drawing aside
the curtains； looked out upon the still； starlit sky。 At least I
should rest quiet to…night。 The air was very clear； and the sky
seemed full of stars。 As I stood there scraps of schoolroom
learning came back to my mind。 That the stars were all suns；
surrounded perhaps in their turn by worlds as large or larger than
our own。 Worlds beyond worlds； and others farther still； which no
man might number or even descry。 And about the distance of those
wonderful suns too；that one； for instance； at which I was
looking；what was it that I had been told？ That our world was not
yet peopled； perhaps not yet formed； when the actual spot of light
which now struck my sight first started from the star's surface！
While it flashed along； itself the very symbol of speed； the whole
of mankind had had time to be born； and live； and die！
My gaze dropped； and fell upon the dim； half…seen outline of the
Dead Stone。 That woman too。 While that one ray speeded towards me
her life had been lived and ended； and her body had rotted away
into the ground。 How close together we all were！ Her life and
mine； our joys； sufferings； deathsall crowded together into the
space of one flash of light！ And yet there was nothing there but a
horrible skeleton of dead bones； while I！
I stopped with a shudder； and turned back into the room。 I wished
that Alan had not told me what lay under the stone； I wished that I
had never asked him。 It was a ghastly thing to think about； and
spoilt all the beauty of the night to me。
I got quickly into bed； and soon dropped asleep。 I do not know how
long I slept； but when I woke it was with the consciousness again
of that haunting wind。
It was worse than ever。 The world seemed filled with its din。
Hurling itself passionately against the house； it gathered strength
with every gust； till it seemed as if the old walls must soon crash
in ruins round me。 Gust upon gust； blow upon blow； swelling；
lessening； never ceasing。 The noise surrounded me； it penetrated
my inmost being； as all…pervading as silence itself； and