t be secured by affection, thanks to an
understanding of woman's nature and the imperfections of man's
government; and, thirdly, between those personal forces a woman who
might, to her undoing, be captured by the force of family and state
circumstances, instead of by the man of her tell-tale heart's desire."

"A very subtle parable!" I remarked, for no reason whatever, but the
tone of it held more than this banality, although she showed no heed of
that, but remarked:

"No; a very common parable; it's what every woman knows by instinct or
experience, if few would care to reveal it, even in a parable."

We said good-bye without more ado, and I set off for the castle,
troubled for my unreadiness in woman nature, the most puzzling,
calling, captivating skein in all the universe, because it holds,
behind the silken veil of its treasure-house, the eternal mystery of
creation, that something divine which is nearest to God Himself.

When in trouble, my trouble, anyhow, one sighs for a song, and my
heart-quaking carried me to a ballad, very familiar in our countryside,
which tells of an unbridled lover laying siege to a woman he covets.
Her men were absent, and she and her domestics were the only garrison
of the castle when he knocked roysterously at its gates:

"The lady ran up to her towe-head,
As fast as she could drie,
To see if by her fair speeches
She could with him agree.

"As soon he saw the lady fair,
And her yates all locked fast,
He fell into a rage of wrath,
And his heart was aghast.

"Cum doon to me, ye lady fair;
Cum doon to me; let's see;
This nigh ye's ly by my ain side
The morn my bride sall be!"

It was pagan wooing, but it has often won the day, only why should I
let it disturb me, whose cause stood by itself? What I must realize
was that powers above me were at work, for "state reasons," on affairs
in which I was concerned, privately. I must try to meet this influence
without letting as much be known outwardly, because I was an officer
bound by my commission to serve his Majesty's desires and commands.

Now I am no good schemer, and I merely drifted to those conclusions as
a swimmer goes with a tide in which he happens to find himself. He
feels that he is in its custody, but, on the instinct for life, he
makes a stroke now and then and their cumulative effect probably bears
him somewhere safe to land. Might it be so with me!

Unfortunately I was a swim