"Everything good and beautiful--but--sometimes it comes again--" "What comes?" "Play, David, play. I'll tell you another time in another place, not here. No, no." So he played for her until the dusk deepened around and below them, and they had to make their way back stumblingly. When they came to the wild, untrodden bank of the little river, David resigned the choosing of their path entirely to her and followed close, holding her hand where she led. When at last they reached their cabin, they did not light candles, but sat long in the doorway conversing on the deep things of their souls. It still seemed to David as if she held something back from him, and now he begged her for a more perfect self-revealing. "It is no longer as if we were separate, dearest; can't you remember and feel that we are one?" "In a way I do. It is very sweet." "You say in a way. In what way?" "Why, David?" "I want your point of view." "I see. We're not really one until we see from each other's hilltop, are we?" "No, and you never take me into the secret places of your heart and let me look off from your own hilltop." "Didn't I this very evening, David?" "We stood on the same spot of earth and looked off on the same distance, yet in my soul I know I did not see what you saw." "Pictures come to me very suddenly and just float by, hardly understood by myself. I didn't want you to see all I saw, David. I don't know how comes it, but all the time, even in the midst of our great gladness--right when it is most beautiful--far before me, right across our way, is a place that is dim. It seems 'most like the shadows that fall on the hills when those great piles of clouds pass through the sky, when it is deep blue all around them and the sun shines everywhere else." "Your soul is still an undiscovered country to me, Cassandra." "I should think you'd like that. Don't men love to go discovering? And if you could get into the secret chambers, as you call them, you wouldn't find much. Then you'd be sorry." "Cassandra, what are you covering and holding back?" "I don't know, David. It's like it was when I couldn't understand the message of the 'Voices'! When it comes clear and strong, I'll tell you." "Then there is something?" "Yes." With a little sigh, she rose and entered the cabin. He sat in silence as she had left him, but soon she returned. Standing behind him in the darkness, she put her interlaced fingers under his chin and drew his face backward until she could see it, white in the dusk, beneath her eyes. "You have come back to explain?"