It was here, he remembered, that he used to come with little Christine to see the Korrigans dance at the rising of the moon.

He had never seen any, though his eyes were good, whereas Christine, who was a little shortsighted, pretended that she had seen many.

He smiled at the thought and then suddenly gave a start.

A voice behind him said: "Do you think the Korrigans will come this evening ?" It was Christine.

He tried to speak.