“You know a good deal of my hunt after this mummy and her belongings; and I dare say you have guessed a good deal of my theories.  But these at any rate I shall explain later, concisely and categorically, if it be necessary.  What I want to consult you about now is this:  Margaret and I disagree on one point.  I am about to make an experiment; the experiment which is to crown all that I have devoted twenty years of research, and danger, and labour to prepare for.  Through it we may learn things that have been hidden from the eyes and the knowledge of men for centuries; for scores of centuries.  I do not want my daughter to be present; for I cannot blind myself to the fact that there may be danger in it—­great danger, and of an unknown kind.  I have, however, already faced very great dangers, and of an unknown kind; and so has that brave scholar who has helped me in the work.  As to myself, I am willing to run any risk.  For science, and history, and philosophy may benefit; and we may turn one old page of a wisdom unknown in this prosaic age.  But for my daughter to run such a risk I am loth.  Her young bright life is too precious to throw lightly away; now especially when she is on the very threshold of new happiness.  I do not wish to see her life given, as her dear mother’s was—­”

He broke down for a moment, and covered his eyes with his hands.  In an instant Margaret was beside him, clasping him close, and kissing him, and comforting him with loving words.  Then, standing erect, with one hand on his head, she said: 

“Father! mother did not bid you stay beside her, even when you wanted to go on that journey of unknown danger to Egypt; though that country was then upset from end to end with war and the dangers that follow war.  You have told me how she left you free to go as you wished; though that she thought of danger for you and and feared it for you, is proved by this!” She held up her wrist with the scar that seemed to run blood.  “Now, mother’s daughter does as mother would have done herself!” Then she turned to me: 

“Malcolm, you know I love you!  But love is trust; and you must trust me in danger as well as in joy.  You and I must stand beside Father in this unknown peril.  Together we shall come through it; or together we shall fail; together we shall die.  That is my wish; my first wish to my husband that is to be!  Do you not think that, as a daughter, I am right?  Tell my Father what you think!”

She looked like a Queen stooping to plead.  My love for her grew and grew.  I stood up beside her; and took her hand and said: 

“Mr. Trelawny! in this Margaret and I are one!”

He took both our hands and held them hard.  Presently he said with deep emotion: 

“It is as her mother would have done!”

Mr. Corbeck and Doctor Winchester came exactly at the time appointed, and joined us in the library.  Despite my great happiness I felt our meeting to be a very solemn function.  For I could never forget the strange things that had been; and the idea of the strange things which might be, was with me like a cloud, pressing down on us all.  From the gravity of my companions I gathered that each of them also was ruled by some such dominating thought.