“We shall meet,” I said confidently. She smiled and was silent. “Do we follow a will-o’-the wisp in parting? Do we give up the substance for the shadow? Shall I stay?” She laughed joyously; “We give a single rose for a rose-tree that bears seven times seven. Daily I see more, and you are going where you will be instructed. As you know my mother prefers for a time to have my cousin with her to help her with the book she means to write. So I shall have time to myself. What do you think I shall do?” “Blow away on a great wind. Ride on the crests of tossing waves. Catch a star to light the fireflies!” She laughed like a bird’s song. “Wrong--wrong! I shall be a student. All I know as yet has come to me by intuition, but there is Law as well as Love and I will learn. I have drifted like a happy cloud before the wind. Now I will learn to be the wind that blows the clouds.” I looked at her in astonishment. If a flower had desired the same thing it could scarcely have seemed more incredible, for I had thought her whole life and nature instinctive not intellective. She smiled as one who has a beloved secret to keep. “When you have gained what in this country they call The Knowledge of Regeneration, come back and ask me what I have learnt.” She would say no more of that and turned to another matter, speaking with earnestness; “Before you came here I had a message for you, and Stephen Clifden will tell you the same thing when you meet. Believe it for it is true. Remember always that the psychical is not the mystical and that what we seek is not marvel but vision. These two things are very far apart, so let the first with all its dangers pass you by, for our way lies to the heights, and for us there is only one danger--that of turning back and losing what the whole world cannot give in exchange. I have never seen Stephen Clifden but I know much of him. He is a safe guide--a man who has had much and strange sorrow which has brought him joy that cannot be told. He will take you to those who know the things that you desire. I wish I might have gone too.” Something in the sweetness of her voice, its high passion, the strong beauty of her presence woke a poignant longing in my heart. I said; “I cannot leave you. You are the only guide I can follow. Let us search together--you always on before.” “Your way lies there,” she pointed to the high mountains. “And mine to the plains, and if we chose our own we should wander. But we shall meet again in the way and time that will be best and with knowledge so enlarged that what we have seen already will be like an empty dream compared to daylight truth. If you knew what waits for you you would not delay one moment.”