And both of them, under the heat of the sun, mitigated by the sea-breeze, gazing at the wide, fair horizon of blue water streaked and shot with silver, thought as if in unison: "How delightful this would have been--once." She did not venture to speak to Pierre, knowing that he would return some hard answer; and he dared not address his mother, knowing that in spite of himself he should speak violently.

He sat twitching the water-worn pebbles with the end of his cane, switching them and turning them over.

She, with a vague look in her eyes, had picked up three or four little stones and was slowly and mechanically dropping them from one hand into the other.

Then her unsettled gaze, wandering over the scene before her, discerned, among the weedy rocks, her son Jean fishing with Mme.Rosemilly.She looked at them, watching their movements, dimly understanding, with motherly instinct, that they were talking as they did not talk every day.

She saw them leaning over side by side when they looked into the water, standing face to face when they questioned their hearts, then scrambled up the rock and seated themselves to come to an understanding.