Across the bright path of the moon's reflection he saw her come.

Her head and neck were crowned and garlanded with shining weed, as if for a festival, and she stretched out her white arms to him and beckoned to him and laughed.

He heard her soft, infant-like laughter.
To-night her beckoning was like a breeze to a leaf that is ready to fall.

Caius ceased to think; he only acted.

He threw his cap and coat and boots on the shore.