She had recovered her vision; in spite of the stone in her breast she could look.

The weight and the hurt she would reckon with later.

What was there, after all, to do?
Meanwhile she could look, and already she saw with passion what had only begun to form itself in his consciousness, his strange, ironical, pitiful plight.
He shook his head.

"It is not marked in any geography," he said, and gave her a troubled smile.

"How can I make it clear to you?
I have come here into a new world, of interests unknown and scope unguessed before.
I know what you would say, but you have no way of learning the beauty and charm of mere vitality--you have always been so alive.