For the first time in her life she became perfectly aware of what human nature meant; for it was her own heart that passed out upon the air, borne on that immense voice.

Again, as once before for a few moments in Paul's House, it seemed that creation, groaning so long, had spoken articulate words at last--had come to growth and coherent thought and perfect speech.

Yet then He had spoken to men; now it was Man Himself speaking.

It was not one man who spoke there, it was Man--Man conscious of his origin, his destiny, and his pilgrimage between, Man sane again after a night of madness--knowing his strength, declaring his law, lamenting in a voice as eloquent as stringed instruments his own failure to correspond.

It was a soliloquy rather than an oration.