There is summer, as it is now, when we
rest and play and all the gods come down from Olympus and dance and sing
and bask in the light--and then the autumn when the colors are rich and
everything prepares for winter and sleeps. But even in the cold and dark
we must not be sad, because we know it is only for a time and to give us
change, so that we may shout for joy when the spring comes and each year
discover in it some new beauty."
Cheiron did not speak for a while, he, too, was musing.
"You are a little Epicurean," he said at last, "and presently we shall
read about Epicurus' great principles and his garden where he taught and
lived."
CHAPTER VI
John Derringham had been at the orchard house for three or four days
before there was any sign of Halcyone. She had kept away on purpose and
was doing her best to repress the sense of resentment the thought of the
presence of a stranger caused. Mr. Carlyon had given her some simple
books upon the Renaissance which she was devouring with joy. This period
seemed to give some echo of the Greek ideas she loved, and as was her
habit she was visualizing everything as she read, bringing the people
and the places up before her mental eyes, and regulating them into
friends or acquaintances.
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