"Ah!" she breathed, "you are a devotee of Nature, too, I know. You are a great traveller,--the Countess has said it," she continued quaintly. "You have been around the whole world. While as for me, I know Europe only, and of course Russia best of all countries. I have seen much of her--those wonderful rolling _steppes_, and rugged mountains. The North Sea, too, for I love the sea as my own soul. "Often do I feel as though the sea were really in my soul itself. And as in the sea there are hidden water-plants, which only come to the surface at the moment they bloom, and sink again as soon as they fade, so at times do wondrous flower-pictures form in the depths of my soul, and rise up, shed perfume around, and gleam and vanish.... Then the ships that sail by! As you walk along the shore, is it not a pretty sight to see them--their great white sails look like stately swans. And still more beautiful is the sight when the setting sun throws great rays of glory round a passing bark." In silence Paul gazed at her. He hardly breathed, lest some banal word should frighten this wonderful nymph away. "And then at night,"--she went on dreamily--"what a strange and mysterious sensation the meeting with strange ships at sea produces. You fancy that perhaps your best friends, whom you have not seen for years, are sailing silently by, and that you are losing them forevermore." Paul was strangely moved. He loved the sea himself, as well as the mountains--his Queen had taught him its call years ago--and he often wandered about the shore, pondering over the strange old legends with which centuries have wreathed it. "You are wonderful!" he whispered to the lady. "You're like some water-maiden--and I believe your eyes are a bit of the sea itself!" "Ah! Now you are like all the rest--French and Russians and Germans! Why spoil my rhapsody with personalities?" "Forgive me!" Paul looked sufficiently penitent, and Mademoiselle with a playful gesture of absolution spoke again. "It puts me in a strange and curious mood when I ramble along the shore in the twilight. Behind me are the flat dunes, before me the vast, heaving, immeasurable ocean, and above me the sky like an infinite crystal dome. Then I seem to be a very insect; and yet my soul expands to the size of the world. The high simplicity of Nature which surrounds me, elevates and oppresses me at the same time, more so than any other scene, however sublime. There never was any cathedral dome vast enough for me." She stopped short, as if suddenly realizing she had stumbled upon dangerous ground. And at that moment the Countess picked up the ladies with her eyes and they rose, to leave the men over their cigars. So Paul was left, to be drawn, willy-nilly, into a discussion of an international alliance, which did not interest him in the least.