The Pleiades were
trembling in the wave before them, and the three great stars of
Orion,--for these constellations were both glittering in the eastern sky.
"There is no place too humble for the glories of heaven to shine in," she
said.
"And their splendor makes even this little pool beautiful and noble," he
answered. "Where is the light to come from that is to do as much for our
poor human lives?"
A simple question enough, but the young girl felt her color change as she
answered, "From friendship, I think."
--Grazing only as-yet,--not striking full, hardly hitting at all,--but
there are questions and answers that come so very near, the wind of them
alone almost takes the breath away.
There was an interval of silence. Two young persons can stand looking at
water for a long time without feeling the necessity of speaking.
Especially when the water is alive with stars and the young persons are
thoughtful and impressible. The water seems to do half the thinking
while one is looking at it; its movements are felt in the brain very much
like thought. When I was in full training as a flaneur, I could stand on
the Pont Neuf with the other experts in the great science of passive
cerebration and look at the river for half an hour with so little mental
articulation that when I moved on it seemed as if my thinking-marrow had
been asleep and was just waking up refreshed after its nap.
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