“At last, one night, I remembered that morning when you came in from a swim at sunrise, when I had been so fearful for your safety, and how I had said: ‘Oh, Nigel, my dearest! Some day those treacherous waters will swallow you up, and you will come back to me no more.’ But you, lying in my arms, had made answer: ‘I shall always come back to you, my sweet. If I lay fifty fathoms deep and you called, I should hear and come back.’
“I remembered this, just before midnight, on the 11th of September.
“I had begun to feel as if all my prayers and pleadings with heaven had been useless, had failed to obtain any response.
“Now, I would take my husband at his word, and call him—call him—call him!
“I slipped from my bed, opened the French window and went out on to the balcony.
“There stood the telescope through which I used to watch you while you swam!
“A high wind blew, warm but boisterous.
“The sea roared and pounded against the rocks at the base of the cliff.
“I stood in the wind-swept darkness and lifted my eyes to the distant stars.
“‘Nigel!’ I called aloud: ‘Oh, Nigel, my lover, my husband, come back to earth! Come out of Eternity, back into Time. I cannot live on this earth without you. You promised—you promised to come from fifty fathoms deep, if I called. NIGEL! COME! Ask to be born once more. Then grow up quickly, and seek, and seek, and seek, belovèd, until you find me. Nigel, your own wife calls! Oh, Nigel! COME!’