“No instrument can help me; the notes must be human,” he resumed in a lower voice, “and the utterers—­pure.  For the human voice can produce sounds ’possessing in some degree the characteristics not only of all musical instruments, but of all sounds of whatever description.’  By means of this chord I hope to utter a certain sound, a certain name, of which you shall know more hereafter.  But a name, as you surely know, need not be composed of one or two syllables only; a whole symphony may be a name, and a whole orchestra playing for days, or an entire nation chanting for years, may be required to pronounce the beginning merely of—­of certain names.  Yours, Robert Spinrobin, for instance, I can pronounce in a quarter of a second; but there may be names so vast, so mighty, that minutes, days, years even, may be necessary for their full utterance.  There may be names, indeed, which can never be known, for they could never be uttered—­in time.  For the moment I am content simply to drop this thought into your consciousness; later you shall understand more.  I only wish you to take in now that I need this perfect chord for the utterance in due course of a certain complex and stupendous name—­the invocation, that is, of a certain complex and stupendous Force!”

“I think I understand,” whispered the other, afraid to interrupt more.

“And the difficulty I have experienced in finding the three notes has been immense.  I found Mrs. Mawle—­alto; then Miriam I found at birth and trained her—­soprano; and now I have found you, Mr. Spinrobin, and my chord, with myself as bass, is complete.  Your note and Miriam’s, soprano and tenor, are closer than the relations between the other notes, and a tenor has accordingly been most difficult to find.  You can now understand the importance of your being sympathetic to each other.”

Spinrobin’s heart burned within him as he listened.  He began to grasp some sweet mystical meaning in the sense of perfect companionship the mere presence of the girl inspired.  They were the upper notes in the same chord together, linked in a singing and harmonious relation, the one necessary to the other.  Moreover, in the presence of Mr. Skale and the housekeeper, bass and alto in the full chord, their completeness was still more emphasized, and they knew their fullest life.  The adventure promised to be amazingly seductive.  He would learn practically the strange truth that to know the highest life Self must be lost and merged in something bigger.  And was this not precisely what he had so long been seeking—­escape from his own insignificance?

“And—­er—­the Hebrew that you require of me, Mr. Skale?” he asked, returning to practical considerations.