Maybe it is her contrast to myself that attracts me.

Maybe my, perhaps, too spiritual nature feels the need of contact with her coarser clay to perfect itself.

I cannot tell.

These things must always remain mysteries.

I only know that I love her--that, if any reliance is to be placed upon instinct, she is the mate to whom Artemis is leading me.' "It was clear that he was in love, and I therefore ceased to argue with him.