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And if Henry Fordyce had had his usual critical wits about him unclouded by love, he would have smiled his cynical smile and have said to himself: "The spark is not lit, my friend; her voice lacks enthusiasm and her brows are calm," but he was like all lovers blind and only saw and heard what could comfort his heart, and so caught at the straw with delight. "Whatever you asked I would give you.
Occasionally the monks ventured on rougher methods to defend themselves. Here is a small spark of English life while the investigation was in progress, lighted by a stray letter from an English gentleman of Cheshire. The lord chancellor was informed by Sir Piers Dutton, justice of the peace, that the visitors had been at Norton Abbey.
All its happy peace was broken; excitement and anxiety, grief and indignation, banished the sweet home joys and darkened the future that had seemed so clear. David was sober enough now, and went about his work with a grim set to his lips, and a spark in his eyes that made the three women look at one another pale with unspoken apprehension.
And when night came they lit thousands and thousands of candles of perfumed wax; so that it was a hard matter to say when night began and day ended, only that the one smelled sweeter than the other. But at last it came midnight, and then suddenly, in an instant, all the lights went out and everything was as dark as pitch not a spark, not a glimmer anywhere.
Miss Lady needed only the spark of Connie's enthusiasm to start all the forbidden fires in her. Her eyes flew to the Doctor's face. He smiled as he caught her eager look. "Go with them, my dear, if you like. It is quite a natural instinct, I believe, to celebrate the first night of the New Year." "But you, will you take me? Just this once, Doctor?" "No, no. My party days are over.
"At least," Marian pursued, "you might carry on your flirtation in a less public manner." "'Flirtation!" ejaculated Lawford, with a spark of anger and then settled back on the couch with a groan. "My goodness me, Ford!" gasped Prue. "You're surely not in earnest?" "I should hope not," drawled Marian. "Oh, Ford, my boy " "Now, mother, don't turn on the sprinkler again," advised L'Enfant Terrible.
"Behold," said the death who brought me there, addressing himself to the king, "a spark, whom I found in the midst of the land of Oblivion; he came so light footed, that your majesty never tasted a morsel of him." "How can that be?" said the king, and opened his jaws as wide as an earthquake to swallow me. Whereupon I turned all trembling to Sleep. "It was I," said Sleep, "who brought him here."
In Farmer Oak there is nothing to object to; the conception is logical, the execution is trustworthy; he has legs, arms, and a heart; but the vital spark that should make him of our flesh and of our soul is wanting, it is dead water that the sunlight never touches.
Some people reckon that it was this astonishing visionary who invented wireless, remote control, robotics and a form of X-ray photography using high frequency radio waves. A patent which he took out in the U.S.A. in 1890 ultimately led to the design of the humble ignition coil which energises billions and billions of spark plugs in all the motor cars of the world.
Then I discovered that those who could simply and naturally draw their environment into the process of their self-creation belonged to one species of the genus "man", and I to another. I had received the vital spark, but could not impart it. Those to whom I have surrendered my all have taken my all, but not myself with it. My trial is hard indeed.
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