Her pleasure became his delight; her smile his inspiration.

In that, he told himself, pleased to interpret all things here in the sylvan heart of solitude in the terms of romance and mystery, he was like the chivalrous warrior of old who found his true happiness in gallantly serving a beautiful maid.
Joan was surely such a type as chivalry conceived.

She filled his Celtic ideal and aroused all his gladness as a woman should.

And she was as shy and beautiful as a wild flower and as unspoiled.

He blessed the old gowns that quaintly framed her loveliness anew from day to day.