STRANGER. Daughter of men, if you would see a fairy as he truly is, look for his head above all the stars and his feet amid the floors of the sea. Old women have taught you that the fairies are too small to be seen. But I tell you the fairies are too mighty to be seen. For they are the elder gods before whom the giants were like pigmies. They are the Elemental Spirits, and any one of them is larger than the world. And you look for them in acorns and on toadstools and wonder that you never see them. PATRICIA. But you come in the shape and size of a man? STRANGER. Because I would speak with a woman. PATRICIA. [_Drawing back in awe._] I think you are growing taller as you speak. [_The scene appears to fade away, and give place to the milieu of_ ACT ONE, _the Duke's drawing-room, an apartment with open French windows or any opening large enough to show a garden and one house fairly near. It is evening, and there is a red lamp lighted in the house beyond. The_ REV. CYRIL SMITH _is sitting with hat and umbrella beside him, evidently a visitor. He is a young man with the highest of High Church dog-collars and all the qualities of a restrained fanatic. He is one of the Christian Socialist sort and takes his priesthood seriously. He is an honest man, and not an ass._ [_To him enters_ MR. HASTINGS _with papers in his hand._ HASTINGS. Oh, good evening. You are Mr. Smith. [_Pause._] I mean you are the Rector, I think. SMITH. I am the Rector. HASTINGS. I am the Duke's secretary. His Grace asks me to say that he hopes to see you very soon; but he is engaged just now with the Doctor. SMITH. Is the Duke ill? HASTINGS. [_Laughing._] Oh, no; the Doctor has come to ask him to help some cause or other. The Duke is never ill. SMITH. Is the Doctor with him now? HASTINGS. Why, strictly speaking, he is not. The Doctor has gone over the road to fetch a paper connected with his proposal. But he hasn't far to go, as you can see. That's his red lamp at the end of his grounds. SMITH. Yes, I know. I am much obliged to you. I will wait as long as is necessary. HASTINGS. [_Cheerfully._] Oh, it won't be very long. [_Exit._ [_Enter by the garden doors_ DR. GRIMTHORPE _reading an open paper. He is an old-fashioned practitioner, very much of a gentleman and very carefully dressed in a slightly antiquated style. He is about sixty years old and might have been a friend of Huxley's._ DOCTOR. [_Folding up the paper._] I beg your pardon, sir, I did not notice there was anyone here. SMITH. [_Amicably._] I beg yours. A new clergyman cannot expect to be expected. I only came to see the Duke about some local affairs. DOCTOR. [_Smiling._] And so, oddly enough, did I. But I suppose we should both like to get hold of him by a separate ear.