When at eventide the sky was piled with pale towering clouds, and she looked, as she often looked, down the river, toward the bay and the sea beyond, she always saw this prince that she had woven--warp of memory, woof of dreams--stand erect in the pearly light.

There was a gentleman indeed! As to the possessor of the title now slowly and steadily making his way toward her she was in a mere state of wonder.

It was not possible that he had lost his way; but if so, she was sorry that, in losing it, he had found the slender zigzag of her path.

A trustful child,--save where Hugon was concerned,--she was not in the least afraid, and being of a friendly mind looked at the approaching figure with shy kindliness, and thought that he must have come from a distant part of the country.

She thought that had she ever seen him before she would have remembered it.
Upon the outskirts of the ring, clear of the close embrace of flowering bush and spreading vine.