And there, beneath the apple tree, across the clear, brown water stood Jacqueline.

He forgot her no more.
"Fontenoy" was again the magic word, the "Open Sesame," but Jacqueline was the wealth of all the world.

He was young, and he was a man of strong passions who had lived, perforce, a rigid, lonely, and ascetic life.

He had dreamed of most things, and he had dreamed of love.

It was the hectic vision of a hued pool.