Again the voice said, "Cardo!" very low and trembling.

With one bound he was beside the speaker, and in the light of the moon Valmai stood plainly revealed.

The sweet eyes glistened as of old, and the night breeze played with the little curls of gold which escaped from their restraining coiffure.

She held out her hands, and in a moment Cardo's strong arms were around her.
"My wild sea-bird," he said, in a passionate whisper, "have you flown back to me?
Valmai, my darling, what does it mean?
Have you forgiven me?
Have you repented of those cruel words, dearest?
Oh, say it was not my Valmai who called me 'base and dishonourable.' Speak dearest," he said, while he showered kisses upon the uncovered head which leant upon his breast.
"It was not your Valmai, Cardo.

How could you think it possible?
It was not I whom you saw in the Moss Walk.