I am Alvan.

You are she of whom I heard from Kollin: who else?
Lucretia the gold-haired; the gold-crested serpent, wise as her sire; Aurora breaking the clouds; in short, Clotilde!' Her heart exulted to hear him speak her name.

She laughed with a radiant face.

His being Alvan, and his knowing her and speaking her name, all was like the happy reading of a riddle.

He came round to her, bowing, and his hand out.