After these secret scenes I chattered more than ever, going on volubly enough till one of our prodigious, palpable hushes occurred-- I can call them nothing else--the strange, dizzy lift or swim (I try for terms!) into a stillness, a pause of all life, that had nothing to do with the more or less noise that at the moment we might be engaged in making and that I could hear through any deepened exhilaration or quickened recitation or louder strum of the piano. I liked her and it seems a new feeling to me. The earth was like a swinging swaying censer, a ball of incense, an ellipsoidal fall. "You're going to the water, Miss?--you think she's IN--?" "She may be, though the depth is, I believe, nowhere very great.