Despite its different setting, its other aims and visions, it had been a mere beginning, a feeling for a foothold, a search for light and happiness.

And Deborah seemed to him still a child.

"How far will _you_ go ?" he wondered.
Although he was still watching her even after the music had ceased, she did not notice him for a time.

Then she turned to him slowly with a smile.
"Well?
What did you see ?" she asked.
"I wasn't looking," he replied.
"Why, dearie," she retorted.

"Where's that imagination of yours ?" "It was with you," he answered.