She grew very white, but a look of exaltation came into her face. She lifted her clear, steady eyes to his. She reached her hand to his. "I will," she said, and they rose and stood together thus.
He uncovered his head. A sort of awe fell upon him. A splendid human life was put into his keeping.
"A pure choice," he said exultingly—"a choice untouched by considerations. It brings back the youth of the world."
The sun lay along the sward in level lines, the sky was full of clouds sailing in file, like mighty purple cranes in saffron seas of flame, the wind wavered among the leaves, and the insects sang in sudden ecstasy of life.
The two looked into each other's faces. They seemed to be transfigured, each to the other.
"You must not go back," he said. "They would not understand you nor me. We will never be so near a great happiness, a great holiday. It is holiday time. Let us go to the mountains."
She drew a sigh as if all her cares and duties dropped from her, then she smiled and a comprehending light sparkled in her eyes.
"Very well, to the clouds if you will."