She gave a light gesture of indifference. “No? Well, I will get some dear old lady ‘in reduced circumstances’ to do that. There are so many of them--all with excellent references. Someone about my own age would do,--for after all, I’m over forty!” He uttered an exclamation of impatience. “Why will you say that?” “Because it’s true!” she replied. “According to this planet’s time. But”--here her eyes flashed with a strange and almost unearthly lustre--“there are other planets--other countings! And by these, I am--well!--what I am!” He looked at her in mingled doubt and wonder. “Diana!” he said, entreatingly--“Will you not trust me?” “In what way?” she asked, with sudden coldness--“What trust do you seek?” “Listen!” he went on eagerly--“My science has worked its will upon you, with the most amazing success--but there is something beyond my science--something which baffles me,--which I cannot fathom! It is in you, yourself--you have learned what I have failed to learn,--you know what I do not know!” A smile suddenly irradiated her lovely face,--so might an angel smile in giving a benediction. “I am glad you realise that!” she said, quietly--“For it is true! But what I have learned--what I know--I cannot explain to myself or impart to others.” He stood amazed,--not so much at her words as at her manner of uttering them. It was the unapproachable, ethereal dignity of her attitude and expression that awed and held him in check. “You would not understand or believe it possible,” she went on, “even if I tried to put into words what is truly a wordless existence, apart from you altogether,--apart not only from you, but from all merely human things----” “Ah!” he interrupted quickly--“That is just the point. You say ‘merely’ human, as if you had passed beyond humanity!” She looked at him steadily. “Humanity thinks too much of itself,” she said, slowly. “Its petty ambitions,--its miserable wars,--its greed of gain and love of cruelty!--what is it worth without the higher soul! In this universe--even in this planet, humanity is not all! There are other forces--other forms--but--as I have said, I cannot explain myself, and it is time to say good-bye. I am glad I have been of use in helping you to succeed in what you sought to do; and now I suppose you will make millions of money by your ability to re-establish life and youth. And will that make you happy, I wonder?” His face grew stern and impassive. “I do not seek happiness,” he said--“Not for myself. I hope to make happiness for others. Yet truly I doubt whether happiness is possible in this world, except for children and fools.” “And sorrow?” she queried. “Sorrow waits on us hand and foot,” he replied--“There is no condition exempt from it.” “Except mine!” she said, smiling. “I am relieved of both sorrow and joy--I never seem to have known either! I am as indifferent to both as a sunbeam! Good-bye!”