They were practically simultaneous, yet they had flashes of succession. How could he hit their conscience or how cast his shadow over the imaginations of their daughters, before their squires begat upon them, that they might breed a race less ignoble than their own? And under the deepened dusk he felt the thoughts and desires of the race to which he belonged flitting like bats across the dark country lanes, under trees by the edges of streams and near the pool-mottled bogs. The preacher's knife had probed deeply into his disclosed conscience and he felt now that his soul was festering in sin. The whole thing took indeed more nights than one, but on the first occasion the same lady put another question.