His gloom faded.

And do you know what idea rushed from his heart to his brain?
"By Jove! I will paint finer pictures than any I've done yet!" And the impulse to recommence the work of creation surged over him.

The tears started to his eyes.
"I like that!" murmured Alice, gazing at the stone.

"I do think that's nice." And _he_ said, because he truly felt it, because the will to live raged through him again, tingling and smarting: "I'm glad I'm not there." They smiled at each other, and their instinctive hands fumblingly met.
A few days later, the Dean and Chapter, stung into action by the majestic rebuke of the _Daily Record_, amended the floor of Valhalla and caused the mortal residuum of the immortal organism known as Henry Leek to be nocturnally transported to a different bed.
_On Board_ A few days later, also, a North German Lloyd steamer quitted Southampton for Algiers, bearing among its passengers Priam and Alice.

It was a rough starlit night, and from the stern of the vessel the tumbled white water made a pathway straight to receding England.