“I cannot say. I thought once it was possible to express happiness and appreciation in words, but words fail me. I would have all feel what I myself have here experienced, for I could never explain it to the full, words are but idle repetition.”
“If you were put to it, do you not think you could write some explanation?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t think so. The task would be too difficult and delicate. Every note would fall flat, I can imagine nothing more hopeless.”
He laughed.
“Could you describe hell?”
“No. That would be as hopeless.”
“And you seem to have no power to describe the earth.”
“I am very profitless. Had you not had compassion I cannot tell what would have become of me.”
After that we went back again to the house. Our mother met us on the terrace, where she was walking slowly back and forwards waiting. Soon after we all retired for the night, but as we passed the room where Sunbeam and Moonbeam were sleeping she opened the door and went in.