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XXVII. In The Garden
Thestillnessoflakeandshoreandwoodwassowonderfulthathedidnotgointothevillahelivedin.Hewalkeddowntoalittleboweredterraceatthewater’sedgeandsatuponaseatandbreathedinalltheheavenlyscentsofthenight.Hefeltthestrangecalmnessstealingoverhimanditgrewdeeperanddeeperuntilhefellasleep.
Hedidnotknowwhenhefellasleepandwhenhebegantodream;hisdreamwassorealthathedidnotfeelasifheweredreaming.Herememberedafterwardhowintenselywideawakeandalerthehadthoughthewas.Hethoughtthatashesatandbreathedinthescentofthelaterosesandlistenedtothelappingofthewaterathisfeetheheardavoicecalling.Itwassweetandclearandhappyandfaraway.Itseemedveryfar,buthehearditasdistinctlyasifithadbeenathisveryside.
“Archie!Archie!Archie!”itsaid,andthenagain,sweeterandclearerthanbefore,“Archie!Archie!”
Hethoughthesprangtohisfeetnotevenstartled.Itwassucharealvoiceanditseemedsonaturalthatheshouldhearit.
“Lilias!Lilias!”heanswered.“Lilias!whereareyou?”
“Inthegarden,”itcamebacklikeasoundfromagoldenflute.“Inthegarden!”
Andthenthedreamended.Buthedidnotawaken.Hesleptsoundlyandsweetlyallthroughthelovelynight.Whenhedidawakeatlastitwasbrilliantmorningandaservantwasstandingstaringathim.HewasanItalianservantandwasaccustomed,asalltheservantsofthevillawere,toacceptingwithoutquestionanystrangethinghisforeignmastermightdo.
