And suddenly, as one sees through a rift in the clouds the clear light, he understood.
"You will go with me? You!"
"Why, as for that--"
Fleece of gold! Heaven of blue eyes! They were so near!
"And if I did, you who misinterpret motives, would think--"
"What?"
"I should like to think that."
"Well, I came," said the girl, "I don't know why! Unless the boy who was taking down the signs had something to do with it!"