Inn, is to
remain shut up, condemned and closed. For the sake of example. Upon
which, you will follow us."

BOOK THE SEVENTH.

_THE TITANESS._

CHAPTER I.

THE AWAKENING.

And Dea!

It seemed to Gwynplaine, as he watched the break of day at Corleone
Lodge, while the things we have related were occurring at the Tadcaster
Inn, that the call came from without; but it came from within.

Who has not heard the deep clamours of the soul?

Moreover, the morning was dawning.

Aurora is a voice.

Of what use is the sun if not to reawaken that dark sleeper--the
conscience?

Light and virtue are akin.

Whether the god be called Christ or Love, there is at times an hour when
he is forgotten, even by the best. All of us, even the saints, require a
voice to remind us; and the dawn speaks to us, like a sublime monitor.
Conscience calls out before duty, as the cock crows before the dawn of
day.

That chaos, the human heart, hears the _fiat lux_!

Gwynplaine--we will continue thus to call him (Clancharlie is a lord,
Gwynplaine is a man)--Gwynplaine felt as if brought back to life. It was
time that the artery was bound up.

For a while his virtue had spread its wings and flown away.

"And Dea!" he said.

Then he felt through his veins a generous transfusion. Something
healthy and tumultuous rushed upon him. The violent irruption of good
thoughts is like the return home of a man who has not his key, and who
forces his own look honestly. It is an escalade, but an escalade of
good. It is a burglary, but a burglary of evil.

"Dea! Dea! Dea!" repeated he.

He strove to assure himself of his heart's strength. And he put the
question with a loud voice--"Where are you?"

He almost wondered that no one answered him.

Then again, gazing on the walls and the ceiling, with wandering
thoughts, through which reason returned.

"Where are you? Where am I?"

And in the chamber which was his cage he began to walk again, to and
fro, like a wild beast in captivity.

"Where am I? At Windsor. And you? In Southwark. Alas! this is the first
time that there has been distance between us. Who has dug this gulf? I
here, thou there. Oh, it cannot be; it shall not be! What is this that
they have done to me?"

He stopped.

"Who talked to me of the queen? What do I know of such things? _I_
changed! Why? Because I am a lord. Do you know what has happened, Dea?
You are a lady. What has come to pass is astounding. My bus