This world, too, will melt, departing to whence it came, as your sacred writings say, and what then of those who dwelt and dwell thereon?
No, Man of today, give me Time in which I rule and keep your dreams of an Eternity that is not, and in which you must still crawl and serve, even if it were.

Yet, if I might, I confess it, I would live on for ever, but as Master not as Slave." On another night he began to tempt me, very subtly.

"I see a spark of greatness in you, Humphrey," he said, "and it comes into my heart that you, too, might learn to rule.

With Yva, the last of my blood, it is otherwise.

She is the child of my age and of a race outworn; too gentle, too much all womanly.