And then, feeling her victory won, she added joyously: "And what I
have shall never be separated from me! We three--I, thou, it--go
together. My two years' salary--do you think I love it so little as
to leave it behind when I go away with you?"

"Oh, Gabriella!"--

The domes of the trees were white with blossoms now and with
moonlight. How warm and sweet the air! How sacred the words and the
silences! Two children of vast and distant revolutions guided
together into one life--a young pair facing toward a future of
wider, better things for mankind.

"Gabriella, when a man has heard the great things calling to him,
how they call and call, day and night, day and night!"

"When a woman hears them once, it is enough."

Even in this hour Gabriella was receiving the wound which is so
often the pathos and the happiness of a woman's love. For even in
these moments he could not forget Truth for her. And so, she said
to herself with a hidden tear, it would be always. She would give
him her all, she could never be all to him. Her life would be
enfolded completely in his; but he would hold out his arms also
toward a cold Spirit who would forever elude him--Wisdom.

The golden crescent dropped behind the dark green hills of the
silent land. Where were they? Gone? or still under the trees?