to me that ideal personified, who shall
embody all the purer elements of my nature, and speak to me as with the
voice of my own soul."

She hung upon his words, and an involuntary sigh, born of the intensity
of the moment, trembled on her lips.

"I have spoken to you," he said, after what seemed a long silence,
"with a sincerity which was the due return for your own. I could have
shown myself in a more pleasing light. You see how little able I am to
help you; the centre-thought of your being is wholly strange to me. And
for all that--may I speak my thought?--we are nearer to each other than
before."

"Yes, nearer," she repeated, under her breath.

"You think that? You feel that? I have not repelled you?"

"You have not"

"And if I stood before you, now, as you know me--egotistic, sceptical,
calm--and told you that you are the only being in whom I have ever felt
complete confidence, whose word and thought I felt to be one; that you
exercise more power over me than any other ever did or shall; that life
in your companionship might gain the unity I long for; that in your
presence I feel myself face to face with a higher and nobler nature
than my own, one capable of sustaining me in effort and leading me to
great results--"

He became silent, for her face had turned deadly pale. But this passed,
and in her eyes, as they met his, trouble grew to a calm joy. Without
speaking, she held her hand to him.

"You are not afraid," Waymark said, "to link your fate with mine? My
life is made up of uncertainties. I have no position; it may be a long
time before I can see even the promise of success in my work. I have
chosen that work, however, and by it I stand or fall. Have you
sufficient faith in me to wait with confidence?"

"I have absolute faith in you. I ask no greater happiness than to have
a share in your aims. It will give me the strength I need, and make my
life full of hope."

It had come then, and just as he had foreseen it would. It was no
result of deliberate decision, he had given up the effort to discover
his true path, knowing sufficiently that neither reason nor true
preponderance of inclination was likely to turn the balance. The
gathering emotion of the hour had united with opportunity to decide his
future. The decision was a relief; as he walked homewards, he was
lighthearted.

On the way, he thought over everything once more, reviewing former
doubts from his present position. On the whole, he felt