Then indeed peace had come. Messages of peace breathed from the seato the shore. —
Never to break its sleep any more, to lull it rather moredeeply to rest, and whatever the dreamers dreamt holily, dreamt wisely,to confirm—what else was it murmuring—as Lily Briscoe laid her headon the pillow in the clean still room and heard the sea. —
Through the openwindow the voice of the beauty of the world came murmuring, too softlyto hear exactly what it said—but what mattered if the meaning wereplain? —
entreating the sleepers (the house was full again; —
Mrs Beckwithwas staying there, also Mr Carmichael), if they would not actually comedown to the beach itself at least to lift the blind and look out. —
Theywould see then night flowing down in purple; his head crowned; hissceptre jewelled; —
and how in his eyes a child might look. And if they stillfaltered (Lily was tired out with travelling and slept almost at once; —
butMr Carmichael read a book by candlelight), if they still said no, that itwas vapour, this splendour of his, and the dew had more power than he,and they preferred sleeping; —
gently then without complaint, or argument,the voice would sing its song. —
Gently the waves would break (Lilyheard them in her sleep); —
tenderly the light fell (it seemed to comethrough her eyelids). —
And it all looked, Mr Carmichael thought, shuttinghis book, falling asleep, much as it used to look.
Indeed the voice might resume, as the curtains of dark wrapped themselvesover the house, over Mrs Beckwith, Mr Carmichael, and LilyBriscoe so that they lay with several folds of blackness on their eyes, whynot accept this, be content with this, acquiesce and resign? —
The sigh of allthe seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the nightwrapped them; —
nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning andthe dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness, a cart grinding, adog somewhere barking, the sun lifted the curtains, broke the veil ontheir eyes, and Lily Briscoe stirring in her sleep. —
She clutched at herblankets as a faller clutches at the turf on the edge of a cliff. Her eyes
opened wide. Here she was again, she thought, sitting bold upright inbed. Awake.