He had at first no desire to approach this girl more than closely; and she, also, seemed content to go forward with him, side by side, near, yet not together. After a time, the mists cleared a little, and he saw that they were passing through a pleasant, rolling meadow. Her feet followed a little pathway; and when he looked down, he saw that his feet, also, were set upon a path. He felt his father and mother somewhere near him, but he could not see them. He could only see the girl. Suddenly, he perceived that his path and the path the girl followed drew ever nearer together. This frightened him; but when he looked toward the girl and saw that she, too, was a little frightened, he smiled reassuringly, and waved his hand to her, and went boldly forward along the way that was before him. The girl had hesitated, but when she saw him go forward, she no longer faltered. She moved with him. Their paths met at a little turnstile in a fence. Their paths met there, and they met there. For a moment, they looked at each other. Then their eyes went forward through the next field. There were no longer two paths before them. In the next field, there was but one. Either they must now go forward together, or one of them must fall behind forever. So they clasped hands and passed through the stile. The field disappeared. The girl stood beside him, her right hand in his right hand, her eyes turned up to his. Her eyes were deep, his were lost in them. A voice spoke, resonantly, in measured words. He heard his own voice; then the girl’s. Suddenly he recognized the girl. She was Anne; she was his wife.... IV They went forward singing, for a little way. Their hands were lightly clasped. The girl skipped and danced beside him; and though he walked sedately, his heart sang and danced with hers. Then he felt a damp chill in the air, and Anne drew closer to his side, and she no longer danced. At first he did not understand; but when he looked about them, and then up into the skies, he saw the misty Cloud, The Threat.... He had forgotten the very existence of this Cloud; and he rebelled furiously at its coming now. But it paid no heed to him. It hung not over his strong head, but over the head of Anne, his wife. Anne saw him looking up at it, and she lifted her head to see what he had seen; but he drew her eyes quickly away so that she should not understand, and with ice at his heart he went forward, watching the thing above them. He began to reach upward, behind Anne’s back, and try to thrust The Threat away; but it was beyond his reach. It hung relentlessly above Anne’s head, and he could not touch it. He strove, he stood on tiptoe, he pleaded.... Anne turned and saw him; and she dropped her hand on his arm and reassured him. But when he looked into her eyes, he saw the reflection of The Threat there.