Then I realised that I had condemned him also to this hard desert life.

I came down and took counsel of the old Sphinx.

Those calm, wise eyes, looking on into futurity, seemed to say: 'They only live who love.' That evening I resolved to give up the Nile trip, return home immediately, send for Garth, admit all to him, asking him to let us both begin again just where we were three years ago in the moonlight on the terrace at Shenstone.

Ten minutes after I had formed this decision, I heard of his accident." The doctor shaded his face with his hand.

"The wheels of time," he said in a low voice, "move forward--always; backward, never." "Oh, Deryck," cried Jane, "sometimes they do.