Caius thought he was about to offer it to the priest.
For some minutes the two looked up at the rock quite silently.

Now the lady answered his last remark: "What is it you see ?" "You know it best; tell me what it is." "It is a wedding.

Don't you see the wedding dance ?" He had not got down from his horse; he had a feeling that if he had alighted she would have mounted.

He tried now, leaning forward, to tell her how clearly he had seen the meaning, if so it might be called, of the natural fresco, and to find some words adequately to express his appreciation of its beauty.

He knew that he had not expressed himself well, but she did not seem dissatisfied at the tribute he paid to a thing which she evidently regarded with personal love.
"Do you think," she said, "that it will alter soon, or become defaced?
It has been just the same for a year.