I wonder whether he knows my mother.

It may be that they're great friends, and keep watch over me together.

How wonderful it all is!" Then he walked slowly and rather painfully back to the house.

He was in great spirits that night at dinner, though he ate no more than would have satisfied a bird, greatly to his aunt's disturbance.

With much tact he abstained from saying anything to her about the extraordinary experience he had just gone through, feeling very justly that, though she seemed more or less reconciled to the ministry of angels, Daphnis was frankly a pagan spirit, and would, as such, be open to grave suspicion from the standpoint of his aunt's orthodoxy.
But it didn't matter much, after all.