Don Aloysius looked round with a questioning glance.

"What does she herself think about it?" he asked, mildly.

"I have not thought at all"--said Morgana, quickly, "I can always
fill it with friends. No end of people are glad to winter in
Sicily."

"But will such 'friends' care for YOU or YOUR happiness?" suggested
the Marchese, pointedly.

Morgana laughed.

"Oh, no, I do not expect that! Nowadays no one really cares for
anybody else's happiness but their own. Besides, I shall be much too
busy to want company. I'm bent on all sorts of discoveries, you
know!--I want to dive 'deeper than ever plummet sounded'!"

"You will only find deeper depths!" said Don Aloysius, slowly--"And
in the very deepest depth of all is God!"

There was a sudden hush as he spoke. He went on in gentle accents.

"How wonderful it is that He should be THERE,--and yet HERE! No one
need 'dive deep' to find Him. He is close to us as our very
breathing! Ah!" and he sighed--"I am sorry for all the busy
'discoverers'--they will never arrive at the end,--and meanwhile
they miss the clue--the little secret by the way!"