But he did not know the Dede who so quickly changed from mood to mood, the Dede who refused steadfastly to ride with him and then suddenly consented, the Dede in whose eyes the golden glow
forever waxed and waned and whispered hints and messages that were not for his ears.
said the child, pointing to the glassy water, which, as it rose and fell, reflected the golden glow
of the sky.
They were cold, these marble squares of his youth; but HE somehow was not, in this rich return of consciousness - the most wonderful hour, little by little, that he had ever known, leaving him, as it did, so gratefully, so abysmally passive, and yet as with a treasure of intelligence waiting all round him for quiet appropriation; dissolved, he might call it, in the air of the place and producing the golden glow
of a late autumn afternoon.