with a cry.

"Don't! Don't touch me! I remember. You took my arm." Head back, he
clawed at his temples. "That's right. And we started to walk. We had
been standing. We started to walk back towards the cottage. And I
felt absurdly happy--all of a sudden.... That was just before the end.
And then---- Oh, if I could _only_ remember...."

The agony of desire in his tone seared Valerie's brain into action.
With a shock she realized that there she was standing like a dolt,
_quietly watching Lyveden cudgelling his brains for the password back
to Insanity_. Any second he might stumble upon it. For once,
mercifully, his memory was sluggish--would not respond. And there he
was flogging it, to extract that hideous fatal delusion that he was
pledged to Gramarye....

Frantically she sought for a distraction. Her brain, however, was
away, with the bit in its teeth. She could do nothing with it. The
only thing she could think of was that dreadful pass, which Anthony was
straining every nerve to recall. This rose up vivid. His reference to
the kiss he had given her--her soft reply--the way he had taken her in
his arms--then that mischievous breeze that had come whispering out of
the silence, remindful, suggestive--the start he had given at its
touch--the hoarse cry--the terrible light in his eyes....

Anthony gave a great shout.

"_I_ know," he panted jubilantly. "_I_ know.... It's coming back,
darling, it's coming back--bit by bit. Then I spoke of that kiss. I
said how sorry I was and asked your forgiveness. And you said----" He
stopped suddenly and clapped a hand over his mouth. After a moment,
"'Sh," he said shakily. "I mustn't repeat your words. That'd be
moving. And we mustn't move, Valerie. We're just at the edge of the
pit. We mustn't move an inch till I can see where it is. Don't be
frightened, dear. It's all right. All our happiness depends upon my
remembering, and--it's coming back...."

His voice faded, and in an instant he was deep in thought.

Eyes narrowed, his under-lip caught between his teeth, he stared
fixedly ahead, making a supreme effort--plainly.

Valerie stood spellbound.

A pompous hum argued that the fat bee had decided to revisit the
vicinity.

Far in the distance there was a movement--leaves shaken with the wind.
A breeze was passing. The timber of the park murmured the news
faintly.... With a sigh the tall elms of the avenue confirmed the
park's report. A br