But their sad old companion , who had taken his stand on the very site which they proposed to cover with a marble floor , shook his head and frowned , and the young man and the Lily deemed it almost enough to blight the spot and desecrate it for their airy temple that his dismal figure had thrown its shadow there . He pointed to some scattered stones , the remnants of a former structure , and to flowers such as young girls delight to nurse in their gardens , but which had now relapsed into the wild simplicity of nature . `` Not here , '' cried old Walter Gascoigne . `` Here , long ago , other mortals built their temple of happiness ; seek another site for yours . '' `` What ! '' exclaimed Lilias Fay . `` Have any ever planned such a temple save ourselves ? '' `` Poor child ! '' said her gloomy kinsman . `` In one shape or other every mortal has dreamed your dream . '' Then he told the lovers , how -- not , indeed , an antique temple , but a dwelling -- had once stood there , and that a dark-clad guest had dwelt among its inmates , sitting for ever at the fireside and poisoning all their household mirth . Under this type Adam Forrester and Lilias saw that the old man spake of sorrow . He told of nothing that might not be recorded in the history of almost every household , and yet his hearers felt as if no sunshine ought to fall upon a spot where human grief had left so deep a stain -- or , at least , that no joyous temple should be built there . `` This is very sad , '' said the Lily , sighing . `` Well , there are lovelier spots than this , '' said Adam Forrester , soothingly -- `` spots which sorrow has not blighted . '' So they hastened away , and the melancholy Gascoigne followed them , looking as if he had gathered up all the gloom of the deserted spot and was bearing it as a burden of inestimable treasure . But still they rambled on , and soon found themselves in a rocky dell through the midst of which ran a streamlet with ripple and foam and a continual voice of inarticulate joy . It was a wild retreat walled on either side with gray precipices which would have frowned somewhat too sternly had not a profusion of green shrubbery rooted itself into their crevices and wreathed gladsome foliage around their solemn brows . But the chief joy of the dell was in the little stream which seemed like the presence of a blissful child with nothing earthly to do save to babble merrily and disport itself , and make every living soul its playfellow , and throw the sunny gleams of its spirit upon all . `` Here , here is the spot ! ''
XXXXX the two lovers , with one voice , as they reached a level space on the brink of a small cascade .
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