"I saw the sun rise," he answered.
"Did you really? I'm so glad! That is a sight rarely seen in London--at
least if I may judge by my own experience."
"One goes to bed so late and so tired!" he replied simply.
"True! and even if one be up in time, where could you see it from?"
"I _have_ seen it rise coming home from a dance; but then somehow
you don't seem to have anything to do with it. I have, however, often
smelt the hay in the streets in the morning."
Hester was checked by this mention of the hay--as if the sun was
something that belonged to the country, like the grass he withered; but
ere she had time to explain to herself what she felt, the next thing he
said got her over it.
"I assure you I felt as if I had never seen the sun before. His way of
getting up was a new thing to me altogether. He seemed to mean
shining--and somehow I felt that he did. In London he always looks
indifferent--just as if he had got it to do, and couldn't help it, like
everybody else in the horrible place. Who is it that says--'God made the
country, and man made the town'?"
"I think it was Cowper, but I'm not sure," answered Hester.
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