Vanameehadnothoughtofrestraint。Henolongerwrestledwithhispain——stroveagainstit。Therewasevenasenseofreliefinpermittinghimselftobeovercome。Butthereactionfromthisoutburstwasequallyviolent。Hisrevoltagainsttheinevitable，hisprotestagainstthegrave，shookhimfromheadtofoot，goadedhimbeyondallboundsofreason，houndedhimonandintothedomainofhysteria，dementia。Vanameewasnolongermasterofhimself——nolongerknewwhathewasdoing。
Atfirst，hehadbeencontentwithmerelyawild，unreasonedcrytoHeaventhatAngeleshouldberestoredtohim，butthevastegotismthatseemstorunthroughallformsofdisorderedintelligencegavehisfancyanotherturn。HeforgotGod。HenolongerreckonedwithHeaven。Hearrogatedtheirpowerstohimself——struggledtobe，ofhisownunaidedmight，strongerthandeath，morepowerfulthanthegrave。HehaddemandedofSarriathatGodshouldrestoreAngeletohim，butnowheappealeddirectlytoAngeleherself。Ashelaythere，hisarmsclaspedabouthergrave，sheseemedsoneartohimthathefanciedsheMUSThear。Andsuddenly，atthismoment，hisrecollectionofhisstrangecompellingpower——thesamepowerbywhichhehadcalledPresleytohimhalf-wayacrosstheQuienSaberanch，thesamepowerwhichhadbroughtSarriatohissidethatveryevening——
recurredtohim。Concentratinghismindupontheoneobjectwithwhichithadsolongbeenfilled，Vanamee，hiseyesclosed，hisfaceburiedinhisarms，exclaimed：
Cometome——Angele——don’tyouhear？Cometome。
ButtheAnswerwasnotintheGrave。BelowhimthevoicelessEarthlaysilent，moveless，withholdingthesecret，jealousofthatwhichitheldsocloseinitsgrip，refusingtogiveupthatwhichhadbeenconfidedtoitskeeping，untouchedbythehumananguishthatabovethere，onitssurface，clutchedwithdespairinghandsatagravelongmade。TheEarththatonlythatmorninghadbeensoeager，soresponsivetothelightestsummons，sovibrantwithLife，nowatnight，holdingdeathwithinitsembrace，guardinginviolatethesecretoftheGrave，wasdeaftoallentreaty，refusedtheAnswer，andAngeleremainedasbefore，onlyamemory，fardistant，intangible，lost。