She was first to recover; being a woman, her mind moved swifter.
"Do I wear the shield of Perseus, and is the head of Medusa thereupon?
Truly, I have turned Monsieur du Cevennes into stone!" "Diane, can it be you ?" he gasped, seeing that the beautiful vision did not vanish into thin air.
"Diane ?" she repeated, moving toward the mantel.

"No; not Diane.

I am no longer the huntress; I flee.

Call me Daphne." He sprang forward, but she raised her hand warningly.
"Do not come too close, Monsieur, or I shall be forced to change myself into laurel," still keeping hold of the mythological thread.
"What does it all mean?
I am dazed!" He covered his eyes, then withdrew his hand.

"You are still there?
You do not disappear ?" "I am flesh and blood as yet," with low laughter.
"And you are here in Quebec ?" advancing, his face radiant with love and joy.
"Take care, or you will stumble against your vanity." Her glance roved toward the door.