Perhaps it was the nervous shock and the exhaustion as much as the
glare. I am sure it all will just go suddenly some day. I stare and
stare sometimes, and I feel as if I might see--almost."

He frowned. "You mustn't miss anything when you have me, Sylvie. Do
you suppose I miss anything, now that I have you? My career, my old
friends, my old life, my liberty, the world? That for everything!"
He snapped his fingers. "If only I have you."

"You love me so much," she answered, as though she were oppressed,
"it frightens me sometimes."

"When you are wholly mine--" he began. "Well, wait till we get to
the top of the mountain; there I'll tell you all my plans. They're
as big and beautiful as the world. I feel, with your love, that I
can move mountains. I can fashion the world close to my heart's
desire. We'll leave this blank spot and go to some lovely, warm,
smiling land where the water is turquoise and the sky aquamarine--"

"And perhaps my sight will come back." It was almost a prayer.

He did not answer. They had come to a sharp sudden ascent. He took
her in his arms, scrambled across the tumbled rocks, and set her down
beside him on the great granite crest that rose like the edge of a
gray wave. The clean, wild wind smote her and shook her and pressed
back her hair and dress. She clung to him.

"Is it steep? Are we on the edge of a cliff, Hugh? I'm not afraid!"

"We're on the very top of the world," he told her breathlessly, his