Now that she was reality, he paused.

In one golden May day the place had become sacred.
Since he had seen the Girl that room was so hers that he was hesitating about entering because of this fact.

It was as if the tall, slender form stood before the chest of drawers or sat at the dressing table and he did not dare enter unless he were welcome.

Softly he closed the door and went away.

He wandered to the dry-house and turned the bark and roots on the trays, but the air stifled him and he hurried out.