"You know flowers want light to bring out all their beauty, and I
wanted plenty of light for our atmosphere."
"I cannot always follow you," she said, after a momentary silence,
"but I trust you, yes, and believe in you."
We remained once more silent; I pressed her hand again, saying
good-night. We stopped near the door, and our eyes met. The waters
begin to rise and to rise. They will overstep their boundary any
moment.