Grace o' God, I have come." And then I thought her great eyes opened, as when the sun sweeps clear blue spaces in the morning sky.

"Flower o' Men," then said she, low and sweet,--"Flower o' Men, is it you indeed?
As you have sought, so have I waited, waited..." And thereat her arms stole round my neck, and I awoke, and Grace o' God was suddenly no more than a pretty name that my dream had given me.
"A pretty dream," said my soul, "though a little boyish for thirty." "And a most excellent sherry," added my body..