"
"It is now to-morrow--and, with the night, many dreams have packed up
their traps and fled."
"But we needn't be sorry for that," Damaris declared, in prettily rising
confidence. "The truth is going to be better than the dreams, isn't it?"
"For you, yes--with all my heart, I hope."
"But for you--why not for you?" she cried, smitten by anxiety regarding
him and by swift tenderness.
They had reached the end of the upward climbing path, and stepped from
the semi-darkness of the wood into the greater clarity of the gravel
terrace in front of the hotel. Far below unseen waves again beat upon the
beach. The sound reached them faintly. The dome of the sky, thick sown
with stars, appeared prodigious in expanse and in height. It dwarfed the
block of hotel buildings upon the right. Dwarfed all visible things, the
whole earth, indeed, which it so sensibly enclosed. Dwarfed also, and
that to the point of desolation, the purposes and activities of
individual human lives. How could these count, what could they matter in
presence of the countless worlds swinging, there, through the illimitable
fields of space?
To Carteret this thought, or rather this sensation, of human
insignificance brought a measure of stoic consolation.
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