"We were far apart then. We were next to one another in the physical plane, and yet a million miles away in the plane of reality. Only the invisible things are the realities of life.... You were to leave Nîmes the next day, and I never expected to see you again."
"You remember the arena at Arles, at sunset, when you climbed up to stand beside me. Did you know then that I wanted you to speak to me?
"Yes, I knew that. But there was the barrier between us."
"Were we destined to meet, do you think?"
"Quien sabe?"
There was a long silence between them—a silence which held no constraint, a silence that exists only between those in deep sympathy. Silence is the test of true friendship.
"I was so glad to know," she said at length. "It outweighed everything else."
There was no need to put her thoughts more explicitly.
"Didn't you guess before?" he answered gently.
"I couldn't be sure, and the doubt tortured me. I thought it might only be pity. Such a world of difference!"