It still seemed to David as if she held something back from him, and now he begged her for a more perfect self-revealing.

“It is no longer as if we were separate, dearest; can’t you remember and feel that we are one?”

“In a way I do. It is very sweet.”

“You say in a way. In what way?”

“Why, David?”

“I want your point of view.”

“I see. We’re not really one until we see from each other’s hilltop, are we?”

“No, and you never take me into the secret places of your heart and let me look off from your own hilltop.”