They will never complain of being _desillusionnes_, for they have never been illuded.

They look up each to the other still, because they were right in looking up each to the other from the first.

Each was, and therefore each is and will be, real.
"....

The man is honest." "Therefore he will be, Timon." It was a lovely morning in summer.

The sun was but a little way above the horizon, and the dew-drops seemed to have come scattering from him as he shook his locks when he rose.