There was a rich melancholy in the voice;--she turned to look at him.
'Ay,' he went on; 'and the same heat which crisps those thirsty leaves must breed the thunder-shower which cools them?
But so it is throughout the universe: every yearning proves the existence of an object meant to satisfy it; the same law creates both the giver and the receiver, the longing and its home.' 'If one could but know sometimes what it is for which one is longing!' said Argemone, without knowing that she was speaking from her inmost heart: but thus does the soul involuntarily lay bare its most unspoken depths in the presence of its yet unknown mate, and then shudders at its own ABANDON as it first tries on the wedding garment of Paradise.
Lancelot was not yet past the era at which young geniuses are apt to 'talk book' at little.
'For what ?' he answered, flashing up according to his fashion.

'To be;--to be great; to have done one mighty work before we die, and live, unloved or loved, upon the lips of men.

For this all long who are not mere apes and wall-flies.' 'So longed the founders of Babel,' answered Argemone, carelessly, to this tirade.

She had risen a strange fish, the cunning beauty, and now she was trying her fancy flies over him one by one.
'And were they so far wrong ?' answered he.

'From the Babel society sprung our architecture, our astronomy, politics, and colonisation.