“Too?” cried Jim Airth. “Do you—Myra! Come back!”
But Lady Ingleby fled up the stairs like a hare. She had not run so fast since she was a little child of ten. He heard her happy laugh, and the closing of her door.
Then he unbarred the front entrance; and stepping out, stood in the sunshine, on the path where he had seen his Fairy-land Princess arrive.
He stretched his arms over his head.
“Mine!” he said. “Mine, altogether! Oh, my God! At last, I have won the Highest!”
Then he raced down the street to the beach; and five minutes later, in the full strength of his vigorous manhood, he was swimming up the golden path, towards the rising sun.