For some inexplicable reason she colored deeply, then laughed as she said:
"It's rarely wise to think aloud; but impulsive people will do it sometimes. I suppose we all occasionally have questions to decide that to us are perplexing and important, though of little consequence to the world. Come; if we are to see the old garden, we must make the most of the fading light. After my interview with Old Plod, I can't descend to cows and pigs; so good-by, Mr. Yocomb."
CHAPTER X
A BIT OF EDEN
"This is my first entrance into Eden," I said, as we passed through the rustic gate made of cedar branches and between posts green with American ivy.
"Like another man, you won't stay here long."
"Like Adam, I shall certainly go out when you do."
"That will be before very long, since I have promised Mr. Yocomb some music."
"Even though a Bohemian editor, as you may think, I am conscious of a profound gratitude to some beneficent power, for I never could have chosen so wisely myself. I might have been in Sodom and Gomorrah—for New York in contrast seems a union of both—receiving reports of the crimes and casualties of the day, but I am here with this garden in the foreground and music in the background."
"You don't know anything about the music, and you may yet wish it so far in the background as to be inaudible."