“I don’t believe they are so different from one another as the garden and the desert.”
She looked at him directly.
“It would be too ironical.”
“But nothing is,” the Count said.
“You have discovered that in this garden?”
“Ah, it is new to you, Madame!”
For the first time there was a sound of faint bitterness in his voice.
“One often discovers the saddest thing in the loveliest place,” he added. “There you begin to see the desert.”
Far away, at the small orifice of the tunnel of trees down which they were walking, appeared a glaring patch of fierce and quivering sunlight.
“I can only see the sun,” Domini said.