"They are happy!"
"Why?"
"Because they are naive!"
"You have described the position famously!" cried he, with enthusiasm. "Only Arcadians could be so happy—"
"As to believe in those painted pots—"
"As their great-grandfathers did," added he.
"Who knows," said she, as it were, with deep thought, "whether the great-grandfathers really believed in them, or only—"
"Pretended belief! Ha! ha! ha! Beyond price! excellent! How you and I converse, do we not? This is harmony!"
"Not without dissonance."
"Yes, yes, not without vexation. But that is nothing. That even rouses-"