What was happening in this big-bellied body; what transmutations were accomplished, thus to affect the whole countryside?
On the third day the bride was ready.

The festival opened brilliantly.

I was in the garden, already despairing of success, for the days were passing and nothing had occurred, when towards three in the afternoon, the weather being very hot and the sun radiant, I perceived a crowd of butterflies gyrating in the embrasure of the open window.
The lovers had at last come to visit their lady.

Some were emerging from the room, others were entering it; others, clinging to the wall of the house, were resting as though exhausted by a long journey.

I could see others approaching in the distance, flying over the walls, over the screens of cypress.