The last scene, one of ineffable beauty, should describe a walk at night and by moonlight through the streets of Bruges, when the souls of the priest and the maiden should be revealed to one another, and they should commune half as lovers, half dreaming like prophets.

The two should find themselves at midnight beside the sleeping waters of the Lac d'Amour, listening in silence to the weird notes of the _carillon_ under the clouds, and then should come to them the vague revelation of a sexuality of their souls, of a future of love in the star Fomalhaut.
"But why especially in Fomalhaut ?" exclaimed Noemi.
"You are really intolerable," answered Carlino.

"Because the name is so delightful, it has the ring of a word congealed by German frost and then melted by the Eastern sun." "Nonsense! You are talking chemistry! I prefer Algol." "You and your pastor may go to Algol." Noemi laughed, and Carlino appealed to Jeanne.

Which star would she prefer?
Jeanne did not know; she had not been listening.

Carlino was greatly annoyed; he seemed to want to reprove her, not so much for her inattention, as for the hidden thoughts which had caused it; and then, fearing to say too much, he sent her away to meditate, to dream, to write the philosophy of smoke and clouds.