"The perfect woman--the eternal, incomprehensible divinity, all-wise, all-good, all-loving, the guardian of the soul--I believe in it, I adore it; but, unfortunately, I have never met it." "My dear Tyson, I doubt if you and I would know it if we did meet it." Tyson said nothing.

He had closed his eyelids.

He was following his dream.
Presently he spoke.
"I say, Stanistreet, do you believe in miracles ?" Stanistreet looked down.

Only the other day he had seen a miracle and believed.

And he himself was a greater miracle than the one he saw.