The man laid one of his brown hands on the top of the parapet.  She looked at it, and it seemed to her that she had never before seen the back of a hand express so much of character, look so intense, so ardent, and so melancholy as his.

“Yes, Madame.”

He still spoke with an odd timidity, with an air of listening to his own speech as if in some strange way it were phenomenal to him.  It occurred to her that possibly he had lived much in lonely places, in which his solitude had rarely been broken, and he had been forced to acquire the habit of silence.

“But they are very picturesque.  They look almost like some religious order when they wear their hoods.  Don’t you think so?”

She saw the brown hand lifted from the parapet, and heard her companion’s feet shift on the floor of the tower.  But this time he said nothing.  As she could not see his hand now she looked out again over the panorama of the evening, which was deepening in intensity with every passing moment, and immediately she was conscious of two feelings that filled her with wonder:  a much stronger and sweeter sense of the African magic than she had felt till now, and the certainty that the greater force and sweetness of her feeling were caused by the fact that she had a companion in her contemplation.  This was strange.  An intense desire for loneliness had driven her out of Europe to this desert place, and a companion, who was an utter stranger, emphasised the significance, gave fibre to the beauty, intensity to the mystery of that which she looked on.  It was as if the meaning of the African evening were suddenly doubled.  She thought of a dice-thrower who throws one die and turns up six, then throws two and turns up twelve.  And she remained silent in her surprise.  The man stood silently beside her.  Afterwards she felt as if, during this silence in the tower, some powerful and unseen being had arrived mysteriously, introduced them to one another and mysteriously departed.

The evening drew on in their silence and the dream was deeper now.  All that Domini had felt when first she approached the parapet she felt more strangely, and she grasped, with physical and mental vision, not only the whole, but the innumerable parts of that which she looked on.  She saw, fancifully, the circles widen in the pool of peace, but she saw also the things that had been hidden in the pool.  The beauty of dimness, the beauty of clearness, joined hands.  The one and the other were, with her, like sisters.  She heard the voices from below, and surely also the voices of the stars that were approaching with the night, blending harmoniously and making a music in the air.  The glowing sky and the glowing mountains were as comrades, each responsive to the emotions of the other.  The lights in the rocky clefts had messages for the shadowy moon, and the palm trees for the thin, fire-tipped clouds about the west.  Far off the misty purple of the desert drew surely closer, like a mother coming to fold her children in her arms.