So I gave. And in the old surrender of the woman to the man’s exultant mastery, I, too, found love’s consummation—and lo!—there was bread and wine—a chalice and a sacrament. I have been married, really, such a very little while, yet in these fifteen months in India I have learned that sometimes women do not give ungrudgingly—that people speak and write of marriage as if its sweet abandonment were a thing of which to be ashamed. But if it were, would Christ have used it as a type of that other union—mystic and wonderful—between His Church and Him? And so it seems to me that first should come the ’marriage of the minds.’ If he ’demands’ and she gives grudgingly or of necessity, or with regret, as if for something spoiled—they too are ’wasteful’ and have ’cheapened Paradise.’ They have not discerned the Sacrament, but have ’Spoiled the bread, and spilled the wine Which, spent with due respective thrift Had made brutes men, and men divine.’ And, by the way, I’m sure it’s time I got in all those other bits I know about. Those poor birds of the South Pole, still waiting on the ice for me to bring them fame! And then that other king, but oh! he was so dull. He missed the best of everything in life: for William II., 1087, never married; and so of course he never knew what we shall know in four more weeks, that ’A child’s kiss, set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad.’ And when the labour and the travail are all done, and my baby rests in my arms, I shall have more ’experience.’ I shall be linked up with all the other mothers of the world. Oh, dare I say it? Humbly I do. I shall be linked up, faintly and far off, even with Mary. *PART II* *FOUR YEARS LATER* *CHAPTER I* ’I start life on my own account and don’t like it.’ Grammar is not my strong point, and I never could quote correctly, but my geography is hopeless. I always remember, however, when I am at sea that the earth revolves around the sun, and on its axis, too, for I can feel the double motion in every fibre of my being. Now that I am once more on dry land and the universe has ceased to rock I have gone back to my childish and comfortable belief that the world is a nice, firm, square thing fixed on four legs like a dining-room table.