isolated me, that does not meet and mingle, and never can.« She watched him with wide, troubled eyes. His face was incandescent in its abstract earnestness. »And you mean you can't love?« she asked, in trepidation. »Yes, if you like. I have loved. But there is a beyond, where there is not love.« She could not submit to this. She felt it swooning over her. But she could not submit. »But how do you know - if you have never really loved?« she asked. »It is true what I say; there is a beyond, in you, in me, which is further than love, beyond the scope, as stars are beyond the scope of vision, some of them.« »Then there is no love,« cried Ursula. »Ultimately, no, there is something else. But, ultimately, there is no love.« Ursula was given over to this statement for some moments. Then she half rose from her chair, saying, in a final, repellant voice: »Then let me go home - what am I doing here?« »There is the door,« he said. »You are a free agent.« He was suspended finely and perfectly in this extremity. She hung motionless for some seconds, then she sat down again. »If there is no love, what is there?« she cried, almost jeering. »Something,« he said, looking at her, battling with his soul, with all his might. »What?« He was silent for a long time, unable to be in communication with her while she was in this state of opposition. »There is,« he said, in a voice of pure abstraction, »a final me which is stark and impersonal and beyond responsibility. So there is a final you. And it is there I would want to meet you - not in the emotional, loving plane - but there beyond, where there is no speech and no terms of agreement. There we are two stark, unknown beings, two utterly strange creatures, I would want to approach you, and you me. And there could be no obligation, because there is no standard for action there, because no understanding has been reaped from that plane. It is quite inhuman - so there can be no calling to book, in any form whatsoever - because one is outside the pale of all that is accepted, and nothing known applies. One can only follow the impulse, taking