she were afraid that angels might hear.

"There is Venus right ahead," cried the astronomer, but in a softer
tone than usual, perhaps out of respect for the sovereign laws of the
universe. "The course is clear now--we are fairly on the open sea--I
mean the open ether. I must get out my telescope."

"The sky does not look sad here, as it always does on the earth--to me
at least," whispered Miss Carmichael, after Gazen had left us alone. "I
suppose that is because there is so much sadness around us and within us
there."

"The atmosphere, too, is often very impure," I replied, also in a
whisper.

"Up here I enjoy a sense of absolute peace and well-being, if not
happiness," she murmured. "I feel raised above all the miseries of
life--they appear to me so paltry and so vain."

"As when we reach a higher moral elevation," said I, drifting into a
confidential mood, like passengers on the deck of a ship, under the
mysterious glamour of the night-sky. "Such moments are too rare in life.
Do you remember the lines of Shakespeare:--

"'Look, how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims:
Such harmony is in immortal souls;