Volume IV Part 28 (1/2)

”Miss Aura,” he went on,--he has called me that ever since that little embryonic made his stupid blunder, and I have not corrected him--here it is almost necessary to have some sort of a name--”Miss Aura, don't you think we have been mere acquaintances long enough? I'm only human--”

”Yes, of course,” I interrupted, ”but then that is not your fault--”

”I'm glad you look upon my misfortune so charitably,” he said, a trifle more puzzled than usual, as I fancied.

”It is my duty,” I replied. ”I want to elevate you; to brighten your existence.”

”My Aura!” he whispered; and I was not quite sure whether he meant me or not.

We were moving rapidly along the broad road beside a river. There were hills in the distance and the air from them was in the key of the Pleiades. There were gardens everywhere full of sunlight translated into flowers, and without an effort one divined the harmony of growing things. I felt that something was about to happen; I knew it, but I did not care to ask what it might be. Perhaps if I had tried I could not have known; perhaps for that hour I was only an Earth girl and could only know things as they know them, but I did not care.

We were going faster, faster every moment.

”Was it you who willed me to come out into the country?” I asked. ”Have you been watching for me and expecting me?”

We were moving now as clouds that rush across a moon.

”I think I have been watching for you all my life and willing you to come,” he said, which shows how dreadfully unjust we sometimes are to humans.

”While I was on another planet?” I inquired. ”While we were millions and millions of miles apart? Suppose that I had never come to Earth?”