"Let the rock come, no matter how steep and rough it may be," said La Foscarina.
Stelio was surprised at the unusual gayety in his companion's voice. He looked at her, and saw a sort of intoxicated joy deep in her beautiful eyes.
"Why do we feel so joyous and free on this lonely island?"
"And do you know the reason why?"
"To others, this is a melancholy pilgrimage. Most persons, when they come to this place, leave it with the taste of death on their lips."
"But we are in a state of grace," said La Foscarina.
"The more we hope, the more we live," was the reply.
"And the more we love, the more we hope."
The rhythm of the aerial song continued, drawing from them their ideal essences.
"How beautiful you are!" said Stelio.