“Are not the stars very far from earth?” she said.
“Very far.”
“Are they seen for the first time to-night?”
“They were seen, I presume, as we see them, by the fathers of all human races!”
“Yet close below us they shine reflected in the waters; and yet, see, wave flows on wave before we can count it!”
“Lilian, by what sympathy do you read and answer my thought?”
Her reply was incoherent and meaningless. If a gleam of intelligence had mysteriously lighted my heart to her view, it was gone. But drawing her nearer towards me, my eye long followed wistfully the path of light, dividing the darkness on either hand, till it closed in the sloping horizon.
CHAPTER LXX.
The voyage is over. At the seaport at which we landed I found a letter from Faber. My instructions had reached him in time to effect the purchase on which his descriptions had fixed my desire. The stock, the implements of husbandry, the furniture of the house, were included in the purchase. All was prepared for my arrival, and I hastened from the then miserable village, which may some day rise into one of the mightiest capitals of the world, to my lodge in the wilderness.