And she?
As she is now, if she but turn toward the orange, the whole glory of the moon will shine upon her face.

His heart stands still; he is waiting for her to do that.

She reaches up again; this time a bunch for her mother.

That neck and throat! Now she fastens a spray in her hair.

The mocking-bird cannot withhold; he breaks into song--she turns--she turns her face--it is she, it is she! Madame Delphine's daughter is the girl he met on the ship..