'And I know you the same way,' said Callia.
'But how did you get here?' he asked.
'What a funny question! as if I had ever been anywhere else!'
'It is very strange, however,' he said; 'for though I can remember living here for a long time and not seeing you, still I cannot imagine your ever having been away from me. We seem always to have been together.'
'So we have,' replied Callia; 'and we will always stay together, won't we?'
'Indeed we will,' said Calladon; 'so now give me a kiss, and let us have our breakfast.'
Their breakfast was there waiting for them, as was everything else they needed; and while they were eating it they talked about what they would do during the day. They soon found out that the difficulty would be to make a choice from the many pleasant things that suggested themselves; and whatever one proposed, the other declared to be more delightful than anything yet. And after all, what could be more delightful than simply to be together? Calladon was more pleased in knowing that Callia was pleased than he could have been at anything that merely pleased himself; and his pleasure gave greater pleasure to Callia than any pleasure of her own could have done. What they did, therefore, on this first day, was not of nearly so much importance to them as that they did it together; and when the day came to an end (as it did, more quickly than any day that either of them could remember) all they knew was that it had been one song of joy. As to doing anything that the Master had warned them against, they really had not had time so much as to think of such a thing.
But night came at last, and they found themselves getting sleepy. Before going to bed, Calladon said—
'By the way, Callia, have you got a mirror round your neck?'
'Do you mean this pretty little thing, set in precious stones? Shall I give it to you, dearest Calladon?'