There was that in Linden's remembered face, when Linden himself had gone away toward Roger Carter's, that made Curtin think, walking now before the house as they had walked the night before under the stars: "Does he know what I felt? Could he even have helped--put a shoulder to the wheel, seeing that I was grieved and uncertain?" Not so long ago he might have answered, "That's fantastic!" but he did not so answer now. He went into the garden and walked up and down. Before seven Marget came out to him. "I saw you walking in the dawn like a man in a ballad. Could you not sleep?" "I slept till nearly five." They walked by the late asters and the stocks. Said Curtin: "I remember a line of Masefield's: "... the dim room had mind, and seemed to brood. And again: "And felt the hillside thronged by souls unseen Who knew the interest in me and were keen That man alive should understand man dead. Miss Land, do you think that is true?" "Yes. Surely." "Do you think we can be reassured about the dead--all the dead--and ourselves when we die?" "Yes, I do. Very safe, very sure." "Well, I think so this morning." They walked by the marigolds and larkspur. "Where do you meet the dead? In this space?" He indicated it with a wide gesture. "No. In space that permeates this space. In added space. When and where we make space. Though I think," said Marget, "that one day the edges will have so flowed together that we shall say 'in this space.'" "You and Richard Linden both have that assurance?" "Yes. Many have it now." She added, "I think, perhaps, that it is more easily felt in some places than in others." He thought, "As we put telescopes on heights." They walked by the wall with the ivy. Her quiet, dark eyes were upon him, friendly, kindly. He thought: "No less than Linden she hoped such a night for me. Perhaps--" A bell rang. "That is for us. Miss Darcy, too, comes down early now." They went indoors. Anna Darcy met them in the hall and they went together into the bright dining room, to their pleasant breakfast, and Zinia waiting, with "that girl Mercy" still at heart. VII