Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Ending

The next day, December 12th, with a pleasant breeze, the Cloreda yacht set sail on the beautiful sea.The ship, with all the people on board, sailed southwest of the Hebrides.In a moment, Stafford Island, Jonah Island, and the tip of Mull disappeared behind the high cliffs of the Big Island. The yacht's passengers crossed happily, disembarked at the little port of Oban, and took the train from Oban to Dalmere, and from Dalmere to Glasgow.We traveled through the most beautiful parts of the Scottish Highlands and returned to our villa in Helensburgh. Eighteen days later there was a solemn wedding at St. George's in Glasgow, and it was not the wedding of Aristobulus Ursy Claus and Miss Campbell.Although the groom was Oliver Sinclair, the Melville brothers were as satisfied as Miss Campbell.

The union of two people in this case contains all the conditions for happiness.There is no point in emphasizing this.The cottage in Helensburgh, the hotel in St. George's Street, Glasgow, and the whole world could barely contain the happiness, but they had grasped it in Finger's cave. On the last night on Stafford Heights, although Oliver didn't see the green light he was looking for, he locked his memory of it more permanently in his heart.One day, he exhibited a painting called "Sunset", which had a strange effect. In the painting, a strong green light could be appreciated, as if it was painted with melted pure emerald.

The painting was admired, but also controversial.Some people think that the painting is a wonderful representation of the wonders of nature, others think that it is pure fantasy, and nature would never create such wonders. The two uncles reacted indignantly at the controversy. They saw the green light and thought that the young painter was right. "Even," said Sam, "it's better to see the green light on the painting..." "Better than a real green light," went on Sibb, "because it's bad for the eyes to watch so many sunsets in succession!" Brother Melville had a point.

One day two months later, a couple of newlyweds and two uncles were walking along the Clyde River, and everyone was walking in front of the garden of the villa.Suddenly, by accident, they bumped into Aristobulus Ursyklaus.The young scholar was following the dredging of the Clyde with great interest towards Helensburgh railway station when he saw Orban's old companions.If he had suffered any mental blows at Miss Campbell's abandonment, he did not know him.He felt no embarrassment in the presence of Mrs. Sinclair. Everyone greeted each other.Aristobulus politely congratulated the couple.

The Melville brothers could not hide their joy at seeing such a perfect combination. "I'm so happy," Sam said, "sometimes when I'm alone, I just laugh with joy." "I was in tears of joy," Sibb said. "Well, gentlemen," reminded Aristobulus, "it should be agreed beforehand. This is the first time I have seen you disagree. One is crying, the other is laughing..." "It's quite the same thing, Mr. Ursey Krause," said Oliver. "Yes." The young wife agreed, while reaching out to the two uncles. "Why, crying and laughing are the same thing?" replied Aristobulus. "The sense of dominance in his tone couldn't be more suitable for him. Ah no!...It's definitely not the same thing! What is a smile? It's a special expression deliberately made by the facial muscles, which is somewhat abnormal to the breathing phenomenon, And cry..."

"Crying? . . . " asked Mrs. Sinclair. "It's just an emotion. It wets the eyeballs to make people cry. Eyeballs are made of sodium chloride, calcium phosphate, and sodium chlorate!" "Chemistry-wise, sir, you are right," said Oliver Sinclair, "but only chemically." "I don't see the difference," said Aristobulus Ursyklaus bitterly. He then saluted the crowd with the stiff gestures of a geometer, and continued walking slowly towards the station. "Look, this is Mr. Ursey Claus," said Mrs. Sinclair. "He wants to explain the inner world of man as he interprets the green light!"

"But, as a matter of fact, dear Helena," said Oliver, "we don't see the green light we so long to see!" "But we've seen something better," murmured the young wife, "we've even seen happiness itself--isn't the legend linking the green light with happiness! . . . Dear Oliver, we have found happiness , isn’t that enough, let those who have not yet tasted happiness, but are eager to experience happiness, pursue the green light!”