I instantly gave chase; but it was a very vain chase, although I put
forth all my powers. Occasionally she would drop on her knees to admire
some wild flower, or search for a lily bud; and whenever she came to a
large stone, she would spring on to it, and stand for some time
motionless, gazing at the rich hues of the afterglow; but always at my
approach she would spring lightly away, escaping from me as easily as a
wild bird. Tired with running, I at last gave up the hunt, and walked
soberly home by myself, wondering whether that conversation on the
summit of the hill, and all the curious information I had gathered from
it, should make me the most miserable or the most happy being upon
earth.
Chapter 12
The question whether I had reason to feel happy or the reverse still
occupied me after going to bed, and kept me awake far into the night. I
put it to myself in a variety of ways, concentrating my faculties on it;
but the result still remained doubtful. Mine was a curious position for
a man to be in; for here was I, very much in love with Yoletta, who said
that her age was thirty-one, and yet who knew of only one kind of
love--that sisterly affection which she gave me so unstintingly. Of
course I was surrounded with mysteries, being in the house but not of
it, to the manner born; and I had already arrived at the conclusion that
these mysteries could only be known to me through reading, once that
accomplishment was mine. For it seemed rather a dangerous thing to ask
questions, since the most innocent interrogatory might be taken as an
offense, only to be expiated by solitary confinement and a
bread-and-water diet; or, if not punishable in that way, it would
probably be regarded as a result of the supposed collision of my head
with a stone. To be reticent, observant, and studious was a safe plan;
this had served to make me diligent and attentive with my lessons, and
my gentle teacher had been much pleased with the progress I had made,
even in a few days. Her words on the hill had now, however, filled me
with anxiety, and I wanted to go a little below the surface of this
strange system of life. Why was this large family--twenty-two members
present, besides some absent pilgrims, as they are called--composed only
of adults? Again, more curious still, why was the father of the house
adorned with a majestic beard, while the other men, of various ages, had
smooth faces, or, at any rate, nothing more than a slight down on the
upper lip and cheeks? It was plain that they never shaved. And were
these people all really brothers and sisters? So far, I had been unable,
even with the most jealous watching, to detect anything like love-making
or flirting; they all treated each other, as Yoletta treated me, with
kindness and affection, and nothing more. And if the head of the house
was in fact the father of them all--since in two centuries a man might
have an indefinite number of children--who was the mother or mothers? I
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