The feeling that I experienced in the presence of these unfamiliar things was one of reflection rather than of astonishment.

I knew that the bright green vegetation closing in about me was every where in no less measure than in the heart of this forest, and emotions, sad and weird and vague took possession of me and affrighted but fascinated me.

That I might remain hidden as long as possible I crouched lower and still lower, and I felt the joy a little Indian boy feels when he is in his beloved forest.
Suddenly I heard someone call: "Pierre! Pierre! Dear Pierre!" I did not reply, but instead lay as close as possible to the ground, and sought to hide under the weeds and the waving branches of the asparagus.
Still I heard: "Pierre, Pierre." It was Lucette; I knew her voice, and from the mockery of her tone I felt sure that she had spied me.

But I could not see her although I looked about me very carefully: no one was visible! With peals of laughter she continued to call, and her voice grew merrier and merrier.

Where can she be?
thought I.
Ah! At last I spied her perched upon the twisted branch of a tree that was overhung with gray moss! I was fairly caught and I came out of my green hiding place.
As I rose I gazed over the wild and flowering things, and saw the corner of the old moss-grown wall that enclosed the garden.