He judged her to be about eighteen.

But who was she, and what had brought her there?
He could have stood through the long hours of the sunny day watching her, so completely had she charmed him, fascinated his very senses.
"Love is fate!" How often had he said that to himself, smiling the while?
Now here his fate had come to him all unexpectedly--this most fair face had found its way to the very depths of his heart and nestled there.
He could not have been standing there long, yet it seemed to him that long hours parted him from the life he had known before.

Presently he reproached himself for his folly.

What had taken place?
He had seen a fair face, that was all--a face that embodied his dream of loveliness.
He had realized his ideal, he had suddenly, and without thinking of it, found his fate--the figure, the beauty that he had dreamed of all his life.
Nothing more than that; yet the whole world seemed changed.

There was a brighter light in the blue skies, a new beauty had fallen on the flowers; in his heart was strange, sweet music; everything was idealized--glorified.