immemorially in timeless force, like the immobile, supremely potent Egyptians, seated forever in their living, subtle silence.

‘We need not go home,’ he said. ‘This car has seats that let down and make a bed, and we can lift the hood.’

She was glad and frightened. She cowered near to him.

‘But what about them at home?’ she said.

‘Send a telegram.’

Nothing more was said. They ran on in silence. But with a sort of second consciousness he steered the car towards a destination. For he had the free intelligence to direct his own ends. His arms and his breast and his head were rounded and living like those of the Greek, he had not the