But I know you could never forget the mountains.

And that would be the trouble; don't you see?
If you _could_ forget, it would not matter.

Ask Mr.Lagrange, he knows." For some time Aaron King sat, without speaking, looking about at the world that was so far from that other world--the world he had always known.

The girl, too,--seeming to understand the thoughts that he himself, perhaps, could not have expressed,--was silent.
Then he said slowly, "I don't think that I care for fame as I did before you taught me to know the mountains.

It doesn't, somehow, now, seem to matter so much.