with a stupid stage expression which meant if possible something less than nothing then you see if i sing the first half of the first act as wearily as the music allows me i shall get a contrast � an who has not drunk the love the love is of course only a symbol of her surrender to her desire would have liked to have gone through the whole of the music of the act with her it was only in this way that he could get an idea of how her reading would work out but in that moment each read in the other s eyes an of which they were ashamed and which they tried to i am tired we won t have any more music this evening his thoughts seemed to pass suddenly from her and then without her being aware how it began she found herself listening intently to him he was talking in that strange chant of his about the melancholy of man and his remote past always in him although she did not quite understand perhaps because she did not quite understand she was carried away far out of all reason and it seemed to her that she could listen for ever nor could she clearly see out of her eyes and she felt all power of resistance within her he might have taken her in his arms and kissed her then though sitting by her he seemed a thousand miles away his her and she asked him of what he was thinking when your father used to speak of you i used to see you sometimes i used to fancy i heard you i did hear you once sing in a dream what was i singing no something quite different i forgot it all as i awoke except the last notes i seemed to have returned from the future � you seemed in the end to lose your voice i cannot tell you � i forget it is very sad how sad such feelings are but i never doubted that i should meet you that our were knit together � for a time at least she wanted to ask him by what signs do we recognise the moment that we are destined to meet the one that is more important to us than all the world but she could find no way of asking this question that would not betray her she could not put it so that would fail to read some application of the question to herself and to himself so it seemed strange indeed that he should as if in answer to her thought say that the instinct of man is to consult the stars she remembered the evenings when she used to go into the patch of black garden and gaze at the stars till her brain she used even to gather the and place them on the wall in homage to the star which she felt to be hers she could not refrain from this act but in her bed at night thinking of the flowers and the star she had believed herself mad or very wicked for nothing in the world would she have had anyone know her folly and she remembered the agony it had been to her to confess it but now she heard that she had been acting according to the sense of the wisdom of generations as he had said according to the immortal of man with her ordinary intelligence she felt that the stars could not possibly be concerned in our miserable existence but deep down in her being who was not herself but who seemed inseparable from her and over whom she had no slightest control seemed to breathe throughout her entire being an of her celestial she could catch no words merely a vague destiny like distant music and her ears filled with a wailing of an with the stars and she longed to put off this shameful garb of flesh and rise to her spiritual destiny of which the stars are our watchful it was like deep music words could not contain it it was a deep and indistinct yearning for the stars � for spiritual existence she was conscious of the of the prison house into which had shut her and looking at she felt the thrill of it was like a ray of light dividing the dark looking at she was startled by the conviction of his in her life and the knowledge that she must him was an acute affliction a desolate despair it seemed cruel and disastrous that she might not love him for it was only through love that she could get to understand him and life without knowledge of him seemed failure i m very fond of you but i mustn t let yon kiss me can t we be friends he sat leaning a little forward his head bent and his eyes on the carpet he represented to her an sorrow � an extraordinary despair she longed to share this sorrow to throw her arms about him and make him glad their love seemed so good and natural she was surprised that she might not � � tt � f m yes he looked round the room saw it was getting late and that it was time for him to go yes it is getting late i suppose you must go but you ll come to see me again we shall be friends promise me that � that whatever happens we shall be friends i think that we shall always be friends i feel that his answer seemed to her insufficient and they stood looking at each other when the door closed after him turned away thinking that if he had stayed another moment she must have thrown herself into his arms chap xx dreams was the first of the five but the music that haunted belonged to the third song she 