'Now will you go on to where you were going, and leave me here ?' Without a remonstrance he went on, saying with dejected whimsicality as he smiled back upon her, 'You show a wisdom which for so young a lady is perfectly surprising.' It was resolved to prolong the journey by a circuit through Holland and Belgium; but nothing changed in the attitudes of Paula and Captain De Stancy till one afternoon during their stay at the Hague, when they had gone for a drive down to Scheveningen by the long straight avenue of chestnuts and limes, under whose boughs tufts of wild parsley waved their flowers, except where the buitenplaatsen of retired merchants blazed forth with new paint of every hue.

On mounting the dune which kept out the sea behind the village a brisk breeze greeted their faces, and a fine sand blew up into their eyes.

De Stancy screened Paula with his umbrella as they stood with their backs to the wind, looking down on the red roofs of the village within the sea wall, and pulling at the long grass which by some means found nourishment in the powdery soil of the dune.
When they had discussed the scene he continued, 'It always seems to me that this place reflects the average mood of human life.

I mean, if we strike the balance between our best moods and our worst we shall find our average condition to stand at about the same pitch in emotional colour as these sandy dunes and this grey scene do in landscape.' Paula contended that he ought not to measure everybody by himself.
'I have no other standard,' said De Stancy; 'and if my own is wrong, it is you who have made it so.

Have you thought any more of what I said at Cologne ?' 'I don't quite remember what you did say at Cologne ?' 'My dearest life!' Paula's eyes rounding somewhat, he corrected the exclamation.