‘I cannot see it...!’ I cried.

‘Then it has not tlavelled far enough to the north-west yet,’ she said with decision.

‘My wife!’ I cried:  ‘you are my wife now!’

‘Am I?’ says she:  ‘at last?  Are you glad?...  But shall I not soon die?’

’No!  You can escape!  My home!  My heart!  If only for an hour or two, then death—­just think, together—­on the same couch, for ever, heart to heart—­how sweet!’

‘Yes! how sweet!  But how escape?’

’It travelled slowly before.  Get quick—­will you?—­into one of the smaller boats by the quay—­there is one just under the crane that is an air-boat—­you have seen me turn on the air, haven’t you?—­that handle on the right as you descend the steps under the dial-thing—­get first a bucket of oil from the shop next to the clock-tower in the quay-street, and throw it over everything that you see rusted.  Only, spend no time—­for me, my heaven!  You can steer by the tiller and compass:  well, the wheel is quite the same, only just the opposite.  First unmoor, then to the handle, then to the wheel.  The course is directly North-East by North.  I will meet you on the sea—­go now—­’

I was wild with bliss.  I thought that I should take her between my arms, and have the little freckles against my face, and taste her short firm-fleshed upper-lip, and moan upon her, and whimper upon her, and mutter upon her, and say ‘My wife.’  And even when I knew that she was gone from the telephone, I still stood there, hoarsely calling after her:  ‘My wife!  My wife!’

* * * * *

I flew down to where the steamer lay moored that had borne me the previous day.  Her joint speed with the speed of Leda’s boat would be forty knots:  in three hours we must meet.  I had not the least fear of her dying before I saw her:  for, apart from the deliberate movement of the vapour that first time, I fore-tasted and trusted my love, that she would surely come, and not fail:  as dying saints fore-tasted and trusted Eternal Life.

I was no sooner on board the Stettin than her engines were straining under what was equivalent to forced draught.  On the previous day it would have little surprised me at any moment, while I drove her, to be carried to the clouds in an explosion from her deep-rusted steel tanks:  but this day such a fear never crossed my mind:  for I knew very well that I was immortal till I saw her.

The sea was not only perfectly smooth, but placid, as on the previous day:  only it seemed far placider, and the sun brighter, and there was a levity in the breezes that frilled the sea in fugitive dark patches, like frissons of tickling; and I thought that the morning was a true marriage-morning, and remembered that it was a Sabbath; and sweet odours our wedding would not lack of peach and almond, though, looking eastward, I could see no faintest sign of any purple cloud, but only rags of chiffon under the sun; and