“You precious baby,” he cried, “but Winky was a little man.  He wasn’t a girl!”

She looked up through her tears—­oh, but how wonderful her grey eyes were through tears!—­and made him stand still before her and repeat his sentence.  And she said, “I know it’s true, but I like to hear you say it, and that’s why I asked you to repeat it.”

“Miriam,” he said to her softly, kneeling down on the heather at her feet, “there’s only one name in my heart, I can tell you that.  I heard it sing and sing the moment I came into this house, the very instant I first saw you in that dark passage.  I knew perfectly well, ages and ages ago, that one day a girl with your name would come singing into my life to make me complete and happy, but I never believed that she would look as beautiful as you are.”  He kissed the two hands he held.  “Or that she—­would—­would think of me as you do,” he stammered in his passion.

And then Miriam, smiling down on him through her tears, bent and kissed his feathery hair, and immediately after was on her knees in front of him among the heather.

“I own you,” she said quite simply.  “I know your name, and you know mine.  Whatever happens—­” But Spinrobin was too happy to hear any more, and putting both arms round her neck, he kissed the rest of her words away into silence.

And in the very middle of this it was that the girl gently, but very firmly, pushed him from her, and Spinrobin in the delicacy of his mind understood that for the first time in her curious, buried life the primitive instincts had awakened, so that she knew herself a woman, and a woman, moreover, who loved.

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Thus caught in a bewildering network of curiosity, fear, wonder, and—­love, Spinrobin stayed on, and decided further that should the clergyman approve him he would not leave.  Yet his intimate relations now with Miriam, instead of making it easier for him to learn the facts, made it on the other hand more difficult.  For he could not, of course, make use of her affection to learn secrets that Mr. Skale did not yet wish him to know.  And, further, he had no desire to be disloyal either to him.  None the less he was sorely tempted to ask her what the final experiment was, and what the ‘empty’ rooms contained.  And most of all what the great name was they were finally to utter by means of the human chord.

The emotions playing about him at this time, however, were too complicated and too violent to enable him to form a proper judgment of the whole affair.  It seems, indeed, that this calmer adjudication never came to him at all, for even to this day the mere mention of the clergyman’s name brings to his round cheeks a flush of that enthusiasm and wonder which are the enemies of all sober discrimination.  Skale still remains the great battering force of his life that carried him off his feet towards the stars, and sent his imagination with wings of fire tearing through the Unknown to a goal that once attained should make them all four as gods.