Carrying his questionings into youth and manhood, they told him--men and women told him, the birds told him, the flowers told him--that there were marrying and giving in marriage, that there was Love.

He studied upon this and looked about him, discovering a world indeed divided into two hemispheres, always about to be joined since ever time began.

But it seemed to him that this union must never be that of mere chance.

There could be but one way right and fit for the meeting of the two halves of life.

He looked about him in the little village where he was brought up, and found that the men had married the women who were there for them to marry.