She clasped her forehead with her hand and looked about her with haggard eyes. "Yes, yes," said Dr. Linister; "I ought to have guessed your sufferings--by my own. Yet I have had my laboratory." "Then I was shaken out of the dream by a girl--by Christine. And now we are resolved--some of us--at all costs and hazards--yes, even if we are debarred from the Great Discovery--to--live--again--to live--again!" she repeated, slowly. "Do you know, Harry, what that means? To go back--to live again! Only think what that means." He was silent. "Have you forgotten, Harry," she asked, softly, "what that means?" "No," he said. "I remember everything; but I am trying to understand. The accursed Present is around and above me, like a horrible black Fog. How can we lift it? How can we live again?" "Some of us have found out a way. In the morning we put on the odious uniform, and do our allotted task among the poor wretches who are still in that bad dream of never-ending monotony. We sit among them, silent ourselves, trying to disguise the new light that has come back to our eyes, in the Public Hall. In the evening we come here, put on the old dresses, and live the old life." "It is wonderful," he said. "I knew all along that human nature would one day assert itself again. I told Grout so. He has always been quite wrong!" "Grout! What does Grout know of civilized life? Grout! Why, he was your own bottle-washer--a common servant. He thought it was justice to reduce everybody to his own level, and happiness for them to remain there! Grout! Why, he has only one idea--to make us mere machines. Oh, Harry!" she said, reproach in her eyes, "you are Arch Physician, and you cannot alter things!" "No; I have the majority of the College against me." "Am I looking well, Harry, after all these years?" She suddenly changed her voice and manner and laughed, and turned her face to meet his. Witch! Abominable Witch! "Well, Mildred, was it yesterday that I loved you? Was the Great Discovery made only yesterday? Oh, you look lovelier than ever!" "Lovely means worthy of love, Harry. But you have killed love." "No, no. Love died. We did not kill love. Why did the men cease to love the women? Was it that they saw them every day, and so grew tired of them?" "Perhaps it was because you took from us the things that might have kept love alive; music, art, literature, grace, culture, society--everything." "We did not take them. They died." "And then you dressed us all alike, in the most hideous costume ever invented." "It was Grout's dress." "What is the good of being Arch Physician if one cannot have his own way?" Harry sighed. "My place is in the laboratory," he said. "I experiment, and I discover. The Suffragan administers. It has always been the rule. Yet you live again, Mildred. Tell me more. I do not understand how you contrive to live again."