You dread death not as a short terrible pain, and for you it will not be so, not as a short sleep, but as eternal senselessness and nothingness.

Has it never seemed to you strange that, loving Eveena as I do, _I_ do not fear to die?
Though you did not know it, I have lived almost since first you knew me under the threat of death; and death sudden, secret, without warning, menacing me every day and every hour.
And yet, though death meant leaving her and leaving her to a fate I could not foresee, I have been able to look on it steadily.

Kneeling here, I know that I am very probably giving my life to the same end as yours.

I do not fear.

That may not seem strange to you; but Eveena knows all I know, and I could scarcely keep Eveena away.