The great lady was too much of the mind, and the little gown-maker was too much of the body, either of them, to be pleasing young Marco on the first night of spring.
Now, it is a queer thing will be pleasing a young man on the first night of spring.

The wandering foot itches, and the mind and body are keen to follow.

There is that inside a young man that makes the hunting dog rise from the hearth on a moonlit night: "Begor! it's myself'll take a turn through the fields on the chance of a bit of coursing.

A weasel, maybe, or an otter, would be out the night.

Or a hare itself.