His mind and soul were drenched in thought of one woman.
It had come at last, the great passion, the infinite desire.

It had come in a moment, wakened into quivering being by the caressive notes of the dear French voice--"mais je suis jeune, et mon coeur est gueri, et il lui manque affreusement de la foi, de la tendresse, de--de"-- adorable catch of emotion--"de l'amitie." Friendship, indeed! For amitie all but her lips said amour.

He walked beneath the wintry stars, a man in a perfect dream.
Till then she had been but his Princess, the exquisite lady whom it had amused to wander with him into the pays du tendre.

She had been as far above him as the now disregarded stars.

She had come down with a carnival domino over her sidereal raiment, and had met him on carnival equality.