The floor, carpeted with "the pining members" of the yews, was dry and smooth; Helena's light slippers scarcely sank in it.

They groped their way; and Helena's hand had slipped unconsciously into Geoffrey's.

In the velvety darkness, indeed, they would have seen nothing, but for the fact that the moon stood just above the wood, and through a small gap in the dome, where a rotten branch had fallen, a little light came down.
"I've found the seat!" said Helena joyously, disengaging herself from her companion.

And presently a dim ray from overhead showed her to him seated dryad-like in the very centre of the black interwoven trunks.

Or, rather, he saw the sparkle of some bright stones on her neck, and the whiteness of her brow; but for the rest, only a suggestion of lovely lines; as it were, a Spirit of the Wood, almost bodiless.
He stood before her, in an ecstasy of pleasure.
"Helena!--you are a vision--a dream: Don't fade away! I wish we could stay here for ever." "Am I a vision ?" She put out a mischievous hand, and pinched him.