There are
but half a dozen thoughts worth remembering."
"And who may say that immortality does not dwell in these thoughts?"
said the priest. "All things are born to die save thought; and if in
passing we leave but a single thought which will alleviate the
sufferings of man or add beauty to his existence, one does not live and
die in vain." Chaumonot's afterthought was: "This good lad is in love
with one or the other of these women."
But Clio knew Victor no more. On the margins he drew faces or began
rondeaux which came to no end.
"Laughter has a pleasant sound in my ears, Paul," said Victor; "and I
have not heard you laugh in some time."
"Perhaps the thought has not occurred to me," replied the Chevalier,
glancing at the entrance to the palisade. Madame had only that moment
passed through, having left the vicomte. "I have lost the trick of
laughing. No thought of mine is spontaneous. With a carpenter's ell I
mark out each thought; it is all edges and angles."
"Something must be done, then, to make you laugh. Madame and
mademoiselle have promised to take a canoe trip back into the hills
this afternoon.
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