We should come upon the path they took, about sixty yards ahead." Five minutes later he was signalling to me from behind the trunk of a great beech.
"Here they are." Jeanne and M.Charnot were seated on a fallen trunk beside the path, which here was almost lost beneath the green boughs.

Their backs were toward us.

The old man, with his shoulders bent and his gold-knobbed cane stuck into the ground beside him, was reading out of a book which we could not see, while Jeanne, attentive, motionless, her face half turned toward him, was listening.

Her profile was outlined against a strip of clear sky.

The deep silence of the wood wrapped us round, and we could hear the old scholar's voice; it just reached us.
"Straightway the godlike Odysseus spake these cunning words to the fair Nausicaa: 'Be thou goddess or mortal, O queen, I bow myself before thee! If thou art one of the deities who dwell in boundless heaven, by thy loveliness and grace and height I guess thee to be Artemis, daughter of high Zeus.