That evening’s business was one of unprecedented success.  Never had the young orator been so brilliant.  All the faculties of his mind seemed wrought up to their highest pitch and all its resources under perfect control.  The boisterous crowd laughed itself hoarse at his humor, wept itself silly at his pathos, and laid its shekels at his feet.

It is no wonder that such scenes and others like them have generated both satirists and saviors, and that while men like Savonarola have been ready to die for the redemption of such creatures other men, like Juvenal, have sneered.

The three companions returned to the hotel and counted their ill-gotten gains.  Pepeeta was sober, David exultant and the doctor hilarious.  He pulled out the ends of his long black mustache to their utmost limit, twisted them into ropes, rubbed his hands together, slapped his great thigh and laughed long and loud.

“David, my son,” he exclaimed, “you have the touch of Midas; g-g-give us a few years more and we will outrank the fabled Croesus.  We shall yet be masters of the world.  We shall ride upon its neck as if it w-w-were an ass!  How about the old farm life now?  Do you want to return to the p-p-plow-tail?  Would you rather milk the b-b-brindle cow than the b-b-bedeviled people?  This has been a g-g-great night, and I must go and finish it in the c-c-cabin of the Mary Ann with the captain, his mate and the judge.  They will know how to appreciate it!  Such a t-t-triumph must not be allowed to p-p-pass without a celebration.”

He bustled about the room a few moments, kissed his wife, shook hands with David and hastened away.

After he had vanished, David and Pepeeta passed down the long corridor and out upon the balcony of the old Spencer House, to the place appointed for the interview of the judge.  The night was bright; a refreshing breeze was blowing up from the river and the frequent intermissions in the gusts of wind that swept over the sleeping city gave the impression that Nature was holding her breath to listen to the tales of love that were being told on city balconies and in country lanes.  Under the mysterious influence of the full moon, and of the silence, for the noises of the city had died away, their imaginations were aroused, their emotions quickened, their sensibilities stirred.  It seemed impossible that life could be seriously real.  Their conceptions of duty and responsibility were sublimated into vague and misty dreams, and the enjoyment of the moment’s fleeting pleasures seemed the only reality and end of life.

The two lovers placed their chairs close to the railing and leaning over it looked down into the deserted street or off toward the distant hills swimming like islands on a sea of light, or up to the infinite sky in the immensity of which their individual being seemed to be swallowed up, or down into each other’s eyes, in the depths of which they discovered realities which they had never before perceived, and lost sight of those in which they had always believed.  For a long time they sat in silence.  Afterwards, there came a few whispered interchanges of feeling, as the stillness of a grove is broken by gentle agitations among the leaves, and finally David said,