Thetwopartieswhowerestrollingaboutandlosingtheirunitynowcametogether，andjoinedeachotherinalongstareovertheyellowandgreenpatchesoftheheatedlandscapebelow。
Thehotairdancedacrossit，makingitimpossibletoseetheroofsofavillageontheplaindistinctly。Evenonthetopofthemountainwhereabreezeplayedlightly，itwasveryhot，andtheheat，thefood，theimmensespace，andperhapssomelesswell-definedcauseproducedacomfortabledrowsinessandasenseofhappyrelaxationinthem。
Theydidnotsaymuch，butfeltnoconstraintinbeingsilent。
“Supposewegoandseewhat’stobeseenoverthere？“saidArthurtoSusan，andthepairwalkedofftogether，theirdeparturecertainlysendingsomethrillofemotionthroughtherest。
“Anoddlot，aren’tthey？“saidArthur。“Ithoughtweshouldneverget’emalltothetop。ButI’mgladwecame，byJove！