She was the goddess before which his soul knelt at a distance.

He thought he had never seen anything half so lovely as she was in that white light, which seemed to crown her with a frosty radiance like a nimbus.

Her very expression was changed.

She was smiling, but there was something a little grave and stern about her smile.

Her eyes, fixed upon the clear crystal of the moon sailing through the night blue, were full of visions.