only one knew for the Divine Miracle that changes the face of the whole
earth.

To the girl, with her wet hair all around her and her face of baby-like
innocence, it only meant that the sun shone more brightly and the sea was
more blue for the coming of her _preux chevalier_. And she sang, without
knowing why.

To the man it meant the sudden, primal tumult of all the deepest forces
of his nature; it meant the awakening of his soul, the birth of his
manhood.

He was young, barely twenty-two. Very early Ambition had called to him,
and he had followed with a single heart. He had never greatly cared for
social pleasures; he had been too absorbed to enjoy them. But now--in a
single moment--Ambition was dethroned. At the time, though his eyes were
open, he scarcely realized that the old supremacy had passed. Only long
afterwards did he ask himself if the death-knell of his success had begun
to toll on that golden morning; because a man cannot serve two masters.

"A penny for your thoughts!" laughed the elf in the stern, and he came to
himself to wonder how old she was. "No, never mind!" she added. "I
daresay they are not worth it, and I couldn't pay if they were."

Her eyes dwelt approvingly upon him as, with sleeves rolled above his
elbows, he began to pull at the oars. He was certainly very handsome. She
wondered that she had not noticed it before.

"Mademoiselle will not swim so far again all alone?" he suggested gently,
after a few steady strokes.