“Some peasants in the next field; one is singing, another playing a pipe, before a shrine.”
“Ah!” exclaimed the Doctor; “not the first time that shepherds abiding in a field have heard music with a spiritual significance.”
“And neither a Mozart nor very fine art,” remarked Paul.
Adele stood musing, then added, in a subdued voice:
“Yes; it is yet bringing Life and Immortality to Light.”
XXI
AN ARTIST WITH DOUBLE VISION
THEY were again overlooking the Vesuvian Bay, Capri still in the distance, but more distinct, not unlike a phantom appearing and disappearing as the mist passed by. The intermediate space was much clearer, more light, better definition, as photographers say.
“Paul,” began the Doctor, “you remember George Le Roy, the artist we met at Tarpon Bayou, Florida? He is now at Capri.”
“Good!” exclaimed Paul. “A genius if ever there was one. He takes me a walk out into the country whenever I look at his pictures.”
“‘Art is his religion,’ so he says,” quoth the Doctor. “His palette and his Bible tell the same story, or something like that.”