I stood as a man might stand who sees a vision, hardly breath- ing. I made no sound, yet she turned and saw me, sheltered as I was by the dappled trunk of a tall plane-tree. It was as if I had called, and she had answered. I knew she remembered me, and that she did not misunder- stand my presence. There was no anger in her face, only surprise, and a light which was hidden as she dropped her head, and passed on through the gate. I could have sung the song of the stars. She had not forgotten me since the afternoon. The look in my eyes.
