Then, suddenly, as if startled to vivid consciousness out of a dream, she awakened, furiously indignant.
"Why shouldn't I go?
Tell me once and for all, why ?" She expected what any woman alive might have expected save the chosen few who have the great gift of reading the souls of the poet and the visionary; and Clem Sypher, in his way, was both.

She braced her nerves to hear the expected.

But the poet and the visionary spoke.
It was the old story of the Cure, his divine mission to spread the healing unguent over the suffering earth.

Voices had come to him as they had come to the girl at Domremy, and they had told him that through Zora Middlemist, and no other, was his life's mission to be accomplished.
To her it was anticlimax.

Reaction forced a laugh against her will.