. In the forest of Arden. ^:- ji leaving everything to the mood of thehour and the place. Our walks took ussometimes into lovely recesses, wheremutual confidences seemed as naturalas the air; sometimes into solitudeswhere talk seemed an impertinence,and we were silent under the spell of .rustling leaves and thrilling melodiescoming from we knew not what hid-den minstrelsy. But whether silent orspeaking, we were fast coming to knoweach other. I saw many traits in her,many characteristic habits and move-ments which I had never noted before;and I was conscious that she was mak- uing similar disco
. In the forest of Arden. ^:- ji leaving everything to the mood of thehour and the place. Our walks took ussometimes into lovely recesses, wheremutual confidences seemed as naturalas the air; sometimes into solitudeswhere talk seemed an impertinence,and we were silent under the spell of .rustling leaves and thrilling melodiescoming from we knew not what hid-den minstrelsy. But whether silent orspeaking, we were fast coming to knoweach other. I saw many traits in her,many characteristic habits and move-ments which I had never noted before;and I was conscious that she was mak- uing similar discoveries in me. Thesemutual revelations absorbed us dur-ing our first days in the Forest;and they confirmed the impressionwhich I brought with me that halfthe charm of people is lost under thepressure of work and the irritationof haste. We rarely know our best 42. Wli ^^ friends on their best side; our visionof their noblest selves is constantly-obscured by the mists of preoccupationand weariness. In Arden, life is pitched on the naturalkey; nobody is ever hurried; nobodyis ever interrupted; nobody carries hiswork like a pack on his back insteadof leaving it behind him as the sunleaves the earth when the day is overand the calm stars shine in the un-broken silence of the sky. Rosalindand I were entirely conscious of thetransformation going on within us^ andwere not slow to submit ourselves toits beneficent influence. We felt thatArden would not put all its resourcesinto our hand until we had shakenoff the dust and parted from the fretof the world we had left behind. In those first inspiring days we wentoftenest to the heart of the pines, wherethe moss grew so deep that our move- 43 \Hm lllhL
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