Chapter 18 THE SECOND TALK ON THE HILLS

"But to think," said Antony presently, in answer to Beatrice's soothing hand, "to think that I might have lived with a child-and I chose instead to live with words. In all the mysterious ways of man, is there anything quite so mysterious as that? Poor dream-led fool, poor lover of coloured shadows!

"And yet, how proud I was of the madness! How I