“And having said so much, will you not say more, and tell me what it is?”
She stopped still, looked earnestly at him for a moment, and then passed her hand wearily across her face.
“Sometimes I think,” she said, “that it will be the great sea, my childhood’s friend, that will bring to me the greatest sorrow of my life; for is it not the emblem of separation? Please take me in now. I think a storm is very sad and terrible.”
He looked into her pale, sweet face, and perhaps there was something in his glance that touched her, for as they stood in the hall at last she looked up with a shadowy smile, and said:
“Thank you very much. You have been very kind to me.”
That smile and those few simple words were like a ray of sunlight in his path.