an comprehension. As a matter of fact we mortals do not think in
constellations, so to speak, or in aeons, but by the measures of our own
small earth and of our few days thereon. We cannot really conceive of
an existence stretching over even one thousand years, such as that
which Oro claimed and the Bible accords to a certain early race of men,
omitting of course his two thousand five hundred centuries of sleep. And
yet what is this but one grain in the hourglass of time, one day in the
lost record of our earth, of its sisters the planets and its father the
sun, to say nothing of the universes beyond?

It is because I have come in touch with a prolonged though perfectly
finite existence of the sort, that I try to pass on the reflections
which the fact of it awoke in me. There are other reflections connected
with Yva and the marvel of her love and its various manifestations
which arise also. But these I keep to myself. They concern the wonder of
woman's heart, which is a microcosm of the hopes and fears and desires
and despairs of this humanity of ours whereof from age to age she is the
mother.

HUMPHREY ARBUTHNOT.

NOTE By J. R. Bickley, M.R.C.S.

Within about six months of the date on which he wrote the last words
of this history of our joint adventures, my dear friend, Humphrey
Arbuthnot, died suddenly, as I had foreseen that probably he would do,
from the results of the injury he received in the island of Orofena.

He left me the sole executor to his will, under which he divided his
property into three parts. One third he bequeathed to me, one third
(which is strictly tied up) to Bastin, and one third to be devoted,
under my direction, to the advancement of Science.

His end appears to have been instantaneous, resulting from an effusion
of blood upon the brain. When I was summoned I found him lying dead by
the writing desk in his library at Fulcombe Priory. He had been writing
at the desk, for on it was a piece of paper on which appear these words:
"I have seen her. I--" There the writing ends, not stating whom he
thought he had seen in the moments of mental disturbance or delusion
which preceded his decease.

Save for certain verbal corrections, I publish this manuscript without
comment as the will directs, only adding that it sets out our mutual
experiences very faithfully, though Arbuthnot's deductions from them are
not always my own.

I would say also that I am contemplating another visit to the