If he could only have seen the line of her chin, or the height of her brow, or the way her hair turned back from her temples, he thought that he might not have reckoned the time when he had first seen her in the sick-room at Cloud Island as their first meeting.
"You are going on ?" said Madame Le Maitre.
"Unless I can be of service to you by turning with you." He knew by the time of day that he must turn shortly; but he had no hope that she wanted him to go with her.
"You can do me more service," she said, and she gave him a little smile that was like the ghost of the sea-maid's smile, "by letting me go home alone." He rode on, and when he looked back he saw that her horse was galloping and casting up a little cloud of light snow behind it, so that, riding as it were upon a small white cloud, she disappeared round the turn of the cliffs.
Caius found no more pictures that day that he felt to be worthy of much attention.

He went back to the festive scene of the marriage, and moving his horse nearer and further from it, he found that only from the point where the lady had taken her stand was it to be distinctly seen.

Twenty yards from the right line of vision, he might have passed it, and never known the beauty that the streaks and stains could assume.
When he went home he amused himself by seeking on the road for the track of the other horse, and when he found that it turned to Cloud Island he was happier.

The place, at least, would not be so lonely when the lady was at home.
_BOOK III._.