a fulness of existence which would accomplish her destiny? Down with the
insane little devil and all his potential works! Zora laughed and recovered
her serenity. Cousin Jane, who had had much to write concerning the
elopement, was summoned, and Zora, with infinite baggage in the care of
Turner, set sail for California.

The New World lay before her with its chances of real, quivering, human
Life. Nunsmere, where nothing ever happened, lay behind her. She smiled
graciously at Sypher, who saw her off at Waterloo, and said nice things to
him about the Cure, but before her eyes danced a mirage in which Clem
Sypher and his Cure were not visible. The train steamed out of the station.
Sypher stood on the edge of the platform and watched the end buffers until
they were out of sight; then he turned and strode away, and his face was
that of a man stricken with great loneliness.




CHAPTER XII


It never occurred to Septimus that he had done a quixotic thing in marrying
Emmy, any more than to pat himself on the back for a monstrously clever
fellow when he had completed a new invention. At the door of the Registry
Office he took off his hat, held out his hand, and said good-by.

"But where are you going?" Emmy asked in dismay.

Septimus didn't know. He waved his hand vaguely over London, and said,
"Anywhere."