In spite of his words to the contrary, Elijah was disturbed by Winston's attitude. What was the flaw in his scheme that held Winston aloof? Elijah was in an agony of doubt. Up and down the flower-scented paths, through groves of orange, yellow with golden fruit, he paced with restless steps. With all his soul he strained to catch an opening in the clouds that held the future from his eyes. Little by little the sense of depression yielded to his efforts, little by little the vision that had kept him constant, returned to him in the full glory of perfection. He had been watching the hills as they glowed in the light of the setting sun. As the gray night, settling over all, blotted out the details of the landscape, leaving the mountains a purple blur against the faint blue of the sky, Elijah felt a strong reaction. He feared, yet longed for the coming light; feared, lest it should prove that the plan which had been revealed to him might be but the figment of a frenzied dream. Amy was sitting beside him as usual, her hand in his. Her eyes dreamily watched the shifting shadows as the sinking sun moved them to and fro in a stately march. As the shadows deepened to darkness, her eyes closed and her head sank upon Elijah's shoulder. Elijah could no longer endure the strain of questioning doubt that the shadows were pouring over his soul. "Amy! Amy!" he called. "What is it, Elijah?" "I can't see, Amy. I saw it all, and now it's gone." "What is gone, Elijah?" The voice was heavy with sleep. "I can't sit still any longer. Let's walk. The moon will be up soon and then I can see if I was wrong. Come." Amy was again sleeping. He shook her gently as he rose to his feet. "Come." "I am so tired, Elijah." She rose and turned toward the open door. "Let's wait until tomorrow." "I can't wait. It's now, now!" Amy was conscious of nothing save her overpowering drowsiness. "Come in with me, Elijah." "No, no! I can't." Elijah was irritated; not at Amy, but at the tingle of opposition that played upon his strained nerves. "Goodnight, Elijah." She put up her dreamy lips for his goodnight kiss; but Elijah had left her and was again striding up and down, his eyes fixed on the purple blur. Without further word, she entered the cottage and lay down to the rest for which her eyes so longed.