"Why, I think--it is--is it not all now the sense-manifest substance of our duty?
Pardon.
I am obscure.

'_Das versinnlichte Material unserer Pflicht_' No ?" Her clear laughter startled him.
"Oh, how moral!" she cried.

"What a highly moral little griffin!" She laughed again (but this time it was like the splash of water in a deep well), and turned toward him that curiously tilted point of chin and mouth, her eyes shadowy and mocking.

She looked young again,--the spirit of youth, of knowledge, of wonderful brightness and unbelief.
"Must we take it so very, very hard ?" she coaxed.

"Isn't it just a place to be happy in ?" As through a tumult he heard, and recognized the wisdom of the ages.
"Because," she added, "it lasts such a little while--" On the rail their hands suddenly touched.