There, in the clear light, she saw him standing before her and looking at her.

His shadow, like that of the trees, had disappeared under his feet, and he alone was there, distinctly seen.

At this distance she saw--as if it were full day--that he was tall, slight, a blonde, and apparently about twenty years of age.

He resembled either a Saint George or a superb picture of Christ, with his curly hair, his thin beard, his straight nose, rather large, and his proudly-smiling black eyes.

And she recognised him perfectly; never had she seen another like him; it was he, her hero, and he was exactly as she expected to find him.