“No.”
“It’s the veil,” said Adele, thoughtful.
“What did you say?”
“The cloud-curtains, the veil of the Temple is down.”
After walking some distance they entered a grove; of course it became still darker because they entered the grove. What they did not notice was that the clouds, instead of dispersing, were becoming more dense. They only remembered that the path led upwards towards higher ground in the open.
At one point on the way Adele stopped, and looked into a dark glen where she said she heard running water. The Doctor pushed aside bushes that stood in the way, and they were sprinkled by the moisture that had condensed on the bushes. If there had been more light they would have seen the diamond drops upon the scarlet blossoms; but these were hidden in the shadows at the mouth of the glen.
Before them was an exquisite cascade falling over rocks; coming down the mountain it was tossed upon either side of a heavy stone which had been rolled there in past ages by natural forces, and now stood with white foam enveloping its rugged sides.
This unexpected gem of natural scenery compelled them to halt and admire.
“What a surprise, how beautiful!” exclaimed Adele.
“Yes, even in this dull light.”