I tried to smile in response, but I felt far more ready to weep.  I was possessed by a sudden hopeless and helpless depression which I could not overcome.  My guide went away at once, and the door closed after him in the same mysteriously silent fashion in which it had opened.  I was left to myself,—­and I sat down on one of the numerous deep easy chairs which were placed about the room, trying hard to force myself into at least the semblance of quietude.  But, after all, what was the use of even assuming composure when the man I had come to meet probably had the power to gauge the whole gamut of a human being’s emotion at a moment’s notice?  Instinctively I pressed my hand against my heart and felt the letter my ‘lover’ had given me—­surely that was no dream?

I drew a long breath like a sigh, and turned my eyes towards the window, which was set in a sort of double arch of stone, and which showed me a garden stretching far away from the edges of soft lawns and flower borders into a picturesque vista of woodland and hill.  A warmth of rosy light illumined the fair scene, indicating that the glory of the sunset had begun.  Impulsively I rose to go and look out—­then stopped—­checked and held back by a swift compelling awe—­ I was no longer alone.  I was confronted by the tall commanding figure of a man wearing the same white garments as those of my guide,—­a man whose singular beauty and dignity of aspect would have enforced admiration from even the most callous and unobservant—­and I knew that I was truly at last in the presence of Aselzion.  Overpowered by this certainty, I could not speak—­I could only look and wonder as he drew near me.  His cowl was thrown back, fully displaying his fine intellectual head—­his eyes, deep blue and full of light, studied my face with a keen scrutiny which I could feel as though it were a searching ray burning into every nook and cranny of my heart and soul.  The blood rushed to my cheeks in a warm wave—­ then suddenly rallying my forces I returned him glance for glance.  Thus we moved, each on our own lines of spiritual attraction, closer together; till presently a slight smile brightened the gravity of his handsome features, and he extended both hands to me.

“You are welcome!” he said, in a voice that expressed the most perfect music of human speech—­“Rash and undisciplined as you are, you are welcome!”

Timidly I laid my hands in his, grateful for the warm, strong clasp he gave them,—­then, all at once, hardly knowing how it happened, I sank on my knees as before some saint or king, silently seeking his blessing.  There was a moment’s deep stillness,—­and he laid his hands on my bowed head.

“Poor child!” he said, gently—­“You have adventured far for love and life!—­it will be hard if you should fail!  May all the powers of God and Nature help you!”

This said, he raised me with an infinitely courteous kindness, and placed a chair for me near a massive table-desk on which there were many papers—­some neatly tied up and labelled,—­others lying about in apparent confusion—­and when we were both seated he began conversation in the simplest and easiest fashion.