The harper bent far over his harp, and remained silent and thoughtful.
“You do not see your soul,” Andrew continued, “and yet you never doubt its existence; you feel that it is stronger than your hands and feet, that it controls your body, that without it your body would be a stiff, lifeless carcass. You know that your mental eyesight is nobler than your bodily eyesight; that with your thoughts you behold a hundred times more than with your eyes; that their invisible wings can take you to the dawn of the past and the darkness of the future; that in a few moments you can fly around the whole world, and even to the stars, and scan their mysterious faces. Now, what the mind is in the human body. God is in nature.”
Andrew’s face, until then so gloomy and so furrowed with grief, began to brighten, and the longer he spoke the more noble was its expression. To the harper, watching him with feverish eyes, it seemed that a brilliant light was beaming on his forehead.
“Count Felsenburk has really sinned in
