"Not all of us. Not Owen. He didn't go far wrong when he married Laura."
"Because the beast's clairvoyant. And love only made him more so; while it makes us poor devils blind as bats."
"There's a dear little bat just gone by us. He's so happy."
"Ah—you should see him trying to fly by daylight."
Silence and the lucid twilight held them close.
"Jinny—do you remember that walk we had once, coming back from Wendover?"
She did not answer him.
"Jinny—we're there again and where we were then. We've slipped everything between. Positively, I can't remember now what came between."
It was her state, also. She could have owned it. Only that to her it was strange and terrible, the facility with which they had annihilated time and circumstance, all that had come between. It was part of their vitality, the way they let slip the things that hurt, the way they plunged into oblivion and emerged new-made.
"We must have gone wrong somewhere, in the beginning," he said.