"Divine vibration of green seas,
The peace of fields spotted with animals;
Silences traversed by worlds, by angels."
"And by millions!" called Maryan from the foot of the white monk
Alberich.
He took his shoulders from the monk's robe, and added:
"Nowhere are there such colossal fortunes, and such powerful means of getting them, as on those fields spotted with animals."
And all at once, as it were, the desiccating interior of his heart became animated, he rose and began to walk quickly through the chamber, passed the slowly walking baron, and said:
"It is an idea! One must dwell on it. I must go there, or somewhere else—do something with myself. I am driven from this place by one of the greatest disappointments which I have ever known. I reached the bottom of disenchantments yesterday. That is why I did not come to look at the Overbeck. I was buried. My last painted pot burst. I was disappointed in a man for whom I had felt something like honor."
He spoke English. The baron asked him in English also:
"What has happened?"