"As for instance?" queried Eanswyth, with a smile. "Well--as for instance. I wonder what the effect would be upon an ordinary dozen of sane people were I suddenly to propound the perfectly obvious truism that life is full of surprises. I don't wonder, at least, for I ought to know by this time. They would start by scouting the idea; ten to one they would deny the premise, and retort that life was just what we chose to make it; which is a fallacy, in that it assumes that any one atom in the human scheme is absolutely independent--firstly, of the rest of the crowd; secondly, of circumstances--in fact, is competent to boss the former and direct the latter. Which, in the words of the immortal Euclid, is absurd." "Yet if any man is thus competent, it is yourself, Eustace." "No," he said, shaking his head meditatively. "You are mistaken. I am certainly not independent of the action of anyone who may elect to do me a good or an ill turn. He, she, or it, has me at a disadvantage all round, for I possess the gift of foresight in a degree so limited as to be practically _nil_. As for circumstances--so far from pretending to direct them I am the mere creature of them. So are we all." "What has started you upon this train of thought?" she asked suddenly. "Several things. But I'll give you an instance of what I was saying just now. This morning I was surprised and surrounded by a gang of Kafirs, all armed to the teeth. Nearly all of them were on the very verge of shying their assegais bang through me, and if Ncanduku--you know him--Nteya's brother--hadn't appeared on the scene just in the very nick of time, I should have been a dead man. As it was, we sat down, had an _indaba_ and a friendly smoke, and parted on the best of terms. Now, wasn't I helplessly, abjectly, the creature of circumstances--first in being molested at all--second in Ncanduku's lucky arrival?" "Eustace! And you never told me this!" "I told Tom--just as he was starting--and he laughed. He didn't seem to think much of it. To tell the truth, neither did I. Why--what's the matter, Eanswyth?" Her face was deathly white. Her eyes, wide open, were dilated with horror; then they filled with tears. The next moment she was sobbing wildly--locked in his close embrace. "Eanswyth, darling--my darling. What is it? Do not give way so! There is nothing to be alarmed about now--nothing."