They could hear each other's blood singing.

And was not the play itself an allegory of their coming lives?
Did not Galatea symbolise all the sleeping beauty of the world that was to awaken, warm and fragrant, at the kiss of their youth?
And somewhere, too, shrouded in enchanted quiet, such a white white woman waited for their kiss.

In a vision they saw life like the treasure cave of the Arabian thief; and they said to their beating hearts that they had the secret of the magic word, that the "open Sesame" was youth.
No fall of the curtain could hide the vision from their young eyes.

It transfigured the faces of their fellow-playgoers, crowding from the pit; it made another stage of the embers of the sunset, a distant bridge of silver far down the street.

Then they took it with them to the tavern; and to write of the solemn libations of that night would be to laugh or cry.