And yet, as he fixed his eyes on the heavens, his mind cleared, his purpose strengthened.

As he turned, there was a grim smile on his face.

He walked back to the fire-place and seated himself on the arm of Carlia's chair.
"Carlia," he said, "I may be stupid--I am stupid--I've always been stupid with you.

I know it.

I confess it to you.