Everything has been done for it that can be done, over and over again, from the beginning--till now,--and now--NOW!" She paused, and despite himself the tone of her voice sent a thrill through his blood of something like fear.
"NOW ?--well! What NOW ?" he demanded.
She lifted one hand and pointed upwards.

Her face in the moonbeams looked austere and almost spectral in outline.
"Now--the Change!" she answered--"The Change when all things shall be made new!" A silence followed her words,--a strange and heavy silence.
It was broken by her voice hushed to an extreme softness, yet clearly audible.
"Good-night!--good-bye!" He turned impatiently away to avoid further leave-taking--then, on a sudden impulse, his mood changed.
"Morgana!" The call echoed through emptiness.

She was gone.

He called again,--the long vowel in the strange name sounding like "Mor-ga-ar-na" as a shivering note on the G string of a violin may sound at the conclusion of a musical phrase.

There was no reply.