The Professor at once began a long, low howling. Virginia joined him, until she was out of breath. 'Oh, Paul,' she said at last, 'is this more rational than the Lord's Prayer?' 'Yes,' said the Professor, 'for we can analyse and comprehend that; but true religious feeling, as Professor Tyndall tells us, we can neither analyse nor comprehend. See how big nature is, and how little--ah, how little!--we know about it. Is it not solemn, and sublime, and awful? Come let us howl again.' The Professor's devotional fervour grew every moment. At last he put his hand to his mouth, and began hooting like an owl, till it seemed that all the island echoed to him. The louder Paul hooted and howled, the more near did he draw to Virginia. 'Ah!' he said, as he put his arm about her waist, 'it is in solemn moments like this that the solidarity of mankind becomes apparent.' Virginia, during the last few moments, had stuck her fingers in her ears. She now took them out, and, throwing her arms round Paul's neck, tried, with her cheek on his shoulder, to make another little hoot; but the sound her lips formed was much more like a kiss. The power of religion was at last too much for Paul. 'For the sake of cosmic emotion,' he exclaimed, 'O other half of Humanity, and for the sake of rational religion, both of which are showing themselves under quite a new light to me, I will kiss you.' The Professor was bending down his face over her, when, as if by magic, he started, stopped, and remained as one petrified. Amidst the sharp silence, there rang a human shout from the rocks. 'Oh!' shrieked Virginia, falling on her knees, 'it is a miracle! it is a miracle! And I know--merciful heavens--I know the meaning of it. God is angry with us for pretending that we do not believe on Him.' The Professor was as white as a sheet; but he struggled with his perturbation manfully. 'It is not a miracle,' he cried, 'but an hallucination. It is an axiom with exact thinkers that all proofs of the miraculous are hallucinations.' 'See,' shrieked Virginia again, 'they are coming, they are coming. Do not you see them?' Paul looked, and there sure enough, were two figures, a male and a female, advancing slowly towards them, across the moonlit sand. 'It is nothing,' cried Paul; 'it cannot possibly be anything. I protest, in the name of science, that it is an optical delusion.' Suddenly the female figure exclaimed, 'Thank God, it is he!' In another moment the male figure exclaimed, 'Thank God, it is she!' 'My husband!' gasped Virginia.