“Why?” inquired his sister, laughing.
“Because it so completely exhausts me to be called out into a high, spiritual state too often.”
“You speak of conditions as compartments, brother. May we not blend the whole, into one perfect state?”
“We may harmonize and unite, but each distinct faculty must forever have a separate action, like the functions of the human body, perfect in parts, to make a perfect whole.”
“I perceive your meaning, yet it does not attenuate me, at least I do not feel that it does, when the spiritual and affectional parts of my nature are exercised.”
“One reason is because your balancing power is greater than mine; another, there is more spiritual elasticity in women than in men. Women rebound in a breath; men take a more circuitous route.”
“You have explained yourself very well, yet we hope to see you to-day in your best mood.”
“My companions would draw me into that state. When will you both be ready?” he asked, rising.
“At nine o'clock.”
“Then be at the lower garden gate at that hour.” Having give this direction, Basil went to give some orders for the day, while Dawn and Beatrice dressed themselves for the sail.