"Why--it's the one sort of thing you don't know.

You can't imagine," she said as she returned to him, "the effect it will produce on you.

You must get really near it and see it all come out to feel all its beauty.

You'll like it, Mitchy"-- and Nanda's gravity was wonderful--"better than anything you HAVE known." The clear sincerity of this, even had there been nothing else, imposed a consideration that Mitchy now flagrantly could give, and the deference of his suggestion of difficulty only grew more deep.

"I'm to do then, with this happy condition of hers, what you say YOU'VE done--to 'try' it ?" And then as her assent, so directly challenged, failed an instant: "But won't my approach to it, however cautious, be just what will break it up and spoil it ?" Nanda thought.