It was her own movement--a brushing back of a strand of hair which the breeze had loosened and blown across her face--which finally broke the tension, but her eyes did not drop. Still looking far ahead of her she spoke again, but the words seemed addressed more to herself than to her companion. "I can't bear to give that vision up," she said quietly, "and yet I never expect to see it realized." "Tell me what it is," Cosden urged as she paused. "Visions aren't exactly in my line, but perhaps you can make me see this one." "It's silly of me; you wouldn't be interested, of course." "But I am," he insisted. "Please go on." "Well," the girl said consciously, "since you have confided your creed to me, I'll tell you what my vision is,--but you mustn't laugh at it for it means a great deal to me." "I promise--cross my heart," Cosden replied. "In this vision each one of us atoms, man or woman, has a distinct individuality, and each atom is intended to express its own individuality alone and in its own way unless two atoms become joined together by laws of natural attraction. In that case these two continue on their way together, each strengthened by the combination, and thus enabled to express their joint individuality as neither could do alone. But love must be the crucible, Mr Cosden. Common-sense won't merge them, science won't do it. The two atoms can't be made into one without the crucible." They were almost at the "Princess" landing now, and Merry gave her full attention to her duties as skipper. As the boatman took possession, Cosden assisted her onto the landing and they walked slowly up the stone steps. At the top she turned to him suddenly, the brightest of smiles replacing her former seriousness. Cosden marveled at the rapidity with which her mood changed. "That's my vision, Mr. Cosden," she said simply; "don't think it too foolish. I must have some guide just as you have your daily creed. I haven't confidence in myself, but I do believe in my subject, and you tell me that I have enthusiasm. Please let that atone." "But that vision of yours--" Cosden demanded doubtfully. "You asked me if all men regard marriage as I do; let me ask you if all women have that vision, as you call it." "I suppose they have. If not, why should they give up their independence?" "I thought all women wanted to marry--" "That is where _you_ are not up-to-date, Mr. Cosden," she laughed. "Perhaps the woman you--intend to get has no vision; if so, it will be that much easier. But she must be poor, Mr. Cosden,--you really mustn't take advantage of her!" * * * * * XVII * * * * *