Then you may say if you like, 'That is the dark, not me.' Don't you remember what Portia says in The Merchant of Venice," 'The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by reason reasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!' "You see he says, not that beautiful things owe their beauty, but the right seeing of their beauty, to circumstance.

So the red light makes me SEE you more beautiful--not than you are--that could not be--but than I could see you in another light--a gray one for instance." "You mustn't flatter me, Cosmo.

You don't know what harm you may do me." "I love you too much to flatter you," he said.
She raised the book, and began to read again.
Cosmo had gone on as he began--had never narrowed the channels that lay wide and free betwixt his soul and his father and Mr.Simon; Lady Joan had no such aqueducts to her ground, and many a bitter wind blew across its wastes; it ought not therefore to be matter of surprise that, although a little younger, Cosmo should be a good way ahead of Joan both in knowledge and understanding.

Hence the conversations they now had were to Joan like water to a thirsty soul--the hope of the secret of life, where death had seemed waiting at the door.

She would listen to the youth, rendered the more enthusiastic by his weakness, as to a messenger from the land of truth.