Then, as I started toward her with outstretched arms, she turned and fled into the shadows, leaving with me nothing but the echo of her laughter, the softest, sweetest laughter! I made no effort to follow her, because I was not quite sure that I had seen anything.
"Moonlight!" I laughed discordantly.
Phyllis in this deserted place?
I saw how impossible that was.

I had been dreaming.

The spirit of some wood-nymph had visited me, and for a brief space had borrowed the features of the woman I loved.

In vain I searched the grove.

The vision was nowhere to be found.