“Their voices rose and fell, like the murmuring of two fountains answering each other across a garden full of flowers.
At length, with a certain tender impatience, he turned to her and said:
“Love, why should we linger here?
All eternity lies before us.
Let us go down into that beautiful country together and make a home for ourselves on some blue hill above the shining river.””
– Edith Wharton
