So till the sun sets ahead of you level with your eyes! Imagine the nights which follow--nights of infinite silence, with a cool friendly wind blowing from horizon to horizon--and your bed spread for you under the great dome of stars.

Oh," he cried, drawing a deep breath, "but that country grows on you.

It's like the Southern Cross--four overrated stars when first you see them, but in a week you begin to look for them, and you miss them when you travel north again." He raised himself upon his elbow and turned suddenly towards her.

"Do you know--I can only speak for myself--but I never feel alone in those empty spaces.

On the contrary, I always feel very close to the things I care about, and to the few people I care about too." Her eyes shone very brightly upon him, her lips parted in a smile.