“Gabriel!”
“All this is glare and mockery and discord. I hate, I loathe it. Only to be in the dark alone—that is all I desire. Leave me alone, dear, to-night.”
“But your father and the others?”
“They are content after their lights, so am I—here.”
“Come for my sake.”
“No, dear.”
“Not even for me?”
He bent and kissed her forehead.
“I obey my thoughts,” he said, “and they are too sacred for anything save solitude. Darkness is good in its season. We see less of earth, more of the universe. Good-night.”