unlearn, when he wakes. If ever a waking comes."

"I'd give anything to be there," said Isbister, "just
to hear what he would say to it all."

"So would I," said Warming. "Aye! so would
I," with an old man's sudden turn to self pity. "But
I shall never see him wake."

He stood looking thoughtfully at the waxen figure.
"He will never wake," he said at last. He sighed
"He will never wake again."

CHAPTER III

THE AWAKENING

But Warming was wrong in that. An awakening
came.

What a wonderfully complex thing! this simple
seeming unity -- the self! Who can trace its
reintegration as morning after morning we awaken, the
flux and confluence of its countless factors interweaving,
rebuilding, the dim first stirrings of the soul, the
growth and synthesis of the unconscious to the
subconscious, the sub-conscious to dawning consciousness,
until at last we recognise ourselves again. And
as it happens to most of us after the night's sleep, so
it was with Graham at the end of his vast slumber.