With some extravagance he consecrated himself to her service.
After a while he sat down soberly and took from his pocket the cornelian heart which his first goddess had given him twelve years ago.
What had become of her?
He did not even know her name.

But what happiness, he thought, to meet her in the plenitude of his greatness and show her the heart, and say, "I owe it all to you!" To her alone of mortals would he reveal himself.
And then he thought of Barney Bill, who had helped him on his way; of Rowlatt, good fellow, who was dead; and of Jane, whom he had lost.

He wished he could write to Jane and tell her the wonderful news.

She would understand....

Well, well! It was time for bed.