All this flashed instantaneously into his mind, just as a man takes in a landscape at a glance, though it may take him many words to describe what a moment's vision has conveyed to him. Another thought flashed there too. There was authentic Paradise in that little bottle; whether one had been in pain or not, there was the Garden of Eden. He felt that he would willingly endure tortures if at the end he could push open those golden gates again, and walk past the flaming sword of its guardian. Pain weighed light compared to those pleasures, and surely half an hour of Paradise now and then could not hurt him, a drop of water on the lips of Dives. He felt perfectly willing, weighing the two in the balance of his mind, to pass through hells of torture for that compensation. Then faintly and far away came the suggestion that even without the hours in hell there was Paradise still open. * * * * * Maud had been very hungry, and had already finished soup when he came downstairs, and, according to his plan, he said little or nothing till he had caught her up on the "something roast." Indeed, his first question had been the demand for a second supply of that, and Maud gave him an approving nod. He had eaten no lunch, and now, as soon as he began to eat, he was conscious of being extremely hungry, and the second supply vanished with the same briskness as the first. Then he leaned back in his chair as plates were changed. "I don't like telling you that you are right," he said, "because it will only confirm your belief in your own wisdom. But I am nothing if not honest. Dinner or suggestion or both have certainly done the trick. The Lady Neuralgia has turned off the tap--turned it off with the same firm hand as she turned it on. It doesn't even drip. I will allow, even, that it was your suggestion that made her do it. Who cares how it happened? I will allow anything. Yes, two roast apples, please, and I think we will have toasted cheese. I had no lunch, you must remember." "Oh, Thurso, I am so glad," she said. "And I so often wish I could take some of it--no, not toasted cheese, you silly--for you." "I don't think you would wish it so much when you had got it," he remarked. "Oh, I don't say I should like it. But I know I could bear lots of pain if I knew that otherwise it would be somebody else's. The difficulty would be if it was only your own. And, I tell you frankly, you bear it most awfully well. You are cross with me because you know I don't mind----" "At breakfast, do you mean?" he asked. "I know I was. I am sorry, but I was mad with it. You don't think I show it to other people, do you?" "No, dear, only to me, or I shouldn't have mentioned it." He looked at her a moment in silence, then he laughed, but grew grave again before he spoke.