"You know—there was a long while—a long while—in which I could not feel that anything was sweet."
"And now?"—
"Now I can. I knew you ought to know. You would be glad. I am like a person who has been in a brain fever—or dead—and awaked to life and soundness again. You cannot think what it is to me to see the sky." Diana's eyes filled.
"What did you use to see?"
"The vault of my prison. What signified whether it were blue or brazen?
But now"—
"Well?—Now, Diana?"
"I can see through."
Perhaps this was not very intelligible, for manifestly it was not easy for Diana to explain herself; but Basil this time did not speak, and she presently began again.
"I mean,—there is no prison vault, nor any prison any more; the walls that seemed to shut me in are dissolved, and I am free again."
"And you can see through?"—Basil repeated.