But as he spun the web of these thoughts in his mind, he heard all the time a still small voice, which contradicted him, and whispered: "It is not true.
You are not your own master; you are going you know not whither; you are doing you know not what.

Two beautiful eyes are your guiding star, and in following their magic beckoning your feet may slip at any moment, and you may be hurled into unknown depths." Pilar must have divined that Wilhelm's thoughts were enemies to her peace, and must be dispersed.

They were alone in the carriage, and she could give free rein to her feelings.

She took his hand and kissed it, and laying her arm round his neck, she said fondly: "Don't be so depressed, Wilhelm.

Of course it is only natural that one should be afraid of any change after one has been so happy, but you shall have no cause to regret St.Valery.You will see, it will be still nicer in Paris.