It was all clothed in the unknown of the half dark, and yet he could distinguish the outline of the giant trees.

He went on as if in some delicious dream, which yet had some heart-break in it, and at last he came to the tree where he and Halcyone had sat those seven years ago, when she had told him of what consisted the true point of honor in a man.

He remembered it all vividly, her very words and the cloud of her soft hair which had blown a little over his face.

He sat down upon the fallen log that had been made into a rude bench; and there he gazed in front of him, unconscious now of any coherent thought.
Suddenly he was startled by a laugh so near him and so soft that he believed himself to be dreaming, but he looked round and quickly rose to his feet, and there at the other side of the tree he saw standing the ethereal figure of a girl, while her filmy gray garments seemed to melt into the night.
"Halcyone!" he gasped.

"And from where ?" "Ah!" she said as she came towards him.