“It all depends upon the inward eye, doesn’t it?” said the boy. “Or, perhaps, indeed, it needs a double inward eye—two personalities, you know, harmonised in a subtle sort of way, so as to bring it into focus. You see what I mean? I don’t think I could get the whole dreamy adorableness of this if I hadn’t you beside me.”
“Do you mean that, Tommy?” she asked, with eyes fixed on the Rhone.
“Of course I do,” he replied, earnestly.
Her lips worked themselves into a smile.
“I never thought my personality could harmonise with any other on God’s earth.”
“You’ve lived a life of horrible, rank injustice.”
She started, as if hurt. “Ah! don’t say that.”
“To yourself, I mean, dearest Clementina. You’ve never allowed yourself a good quality. Now you’re beginning to find out your mistake.”
“When it’s pointed out that I can harmonise with your beautiful nature!”
At the flash of the old Clementina, Tommy laughed.