“Theairwasfullofmusic，fullofharmoniousscents，fulloftherhythmofbeautifulmotions。Thousandsofbeautifulpeopleswarmedaboutthehall，crowdedthegalleries，satinamyriadrecesses；theyweredressedinsplendidcoloursandcrownedwithflowers；thousandsdancedaboutthegreatcirclebeneaththewhiteimagesoftheancientgods，andgloriousprocessionsofyouthsandmaidenscameandwent。Wetwodanced，notthedrearymonotoniesofyourdays——ofthistime，Imean——butdancesthatwerebeautiful，intoxicating。AndevennowIcanseemyladydancing——
dancingjoyously。Shedanced，youknow，withaseriousface；shedancedwithaseriousdignity，andyetshewassmilingatmeandcaressingme——smilingandcaressingwithhereyes。
“Themusicwasdifferent，“hemurmured。“Itwent——Icannotdescribeit；butitwasinfinitelyricherandmorevariedthananymusicthathasevercometomeawake。
“Andthen——itwaswhenwehaddonedancing——amancametospeaktome。Hewasalean，resoluteman，verysoberlycladforthatplace，andalreadyIhadmarkedhisfacewatchingmeinthebreakfastinghall，andafterwardsaswewentalongthepassageIhadavoidedhiseye。Butnow，aswesatinalittlealcove，smilingatthepleasureofallthepeoplewhowenttoandfroacrosstheshiningfloor，hecameandtouchedme，andspoketomesothatIwasforcedtolisten。
Andheaskedthathemightspeaktomeforalittletimeapart。