An astounding vision appeared before him.

Standing by the old stone fountain, scarcely ten yards away, he saw the figure of a youth.

The slender form was partly draped in a loose tunic of some dim, pale, reddish hue, descending halfway to his knees; on his feet were sandals of the old classic type; his golden hair was bound by a narrow fillet, and in his right hand he held a round, shallow cup, apparently of gold, towards which he was bending his head as though to drink from it.
Austin stood transfixed.

So exquisite a being he had never dreamt of or conceived.

The contour of the limbs, the fall of the tunic, the pose of the head and throat, the ruddy lips, ever so slightly parted to meet the edge of the vessel he was in the act of raising to them, were something more than human.