They were there, of course, with their new-born fawns.
But where was she, the nymph of the night?
His heart ached, the longing grew intense until it was a mighty force.
He felt he could stride across the luminous park which separated them, and scale the wall to the casement window of the long gallery, to clasp her once more in his arms.

And, as it is with all those beings who have scorned and denied his power, Love was punishing him now by a complete annihilation of his will.

At last he buried his face in his hands; it was almost agony that he felt.
When he uncovered his eyes again he saw, far in the distance, a filmy shadow.

It seemed to be now real, and now a wraith, as it flitted from tree to tree, but at last he knew it was real--it was she--Halcyone! He started to his feet, and there stood waiting for her.
She came with the gliding movement he now knew belonged in her dual personality to the night.
Her hair was all unbound, and her garment was white.
All reason, all resolution left him.

He held out his arms.
"My love!" he cried.