"I can see him yet, as I saw him that first day and touched his
hand and talked with him . . . few words and bashful, and anything
but a year-long married woman to a grey haole at grey Nahala. Half
a century ago it was, that meeting--you remember how our young men
then dressed in white shoes and trousers, white silk shirts, with
slashed around the middle the gorgeously colourful Spanish sashes--
and for half a century that picture of him has not faded in my
heart. He was the centre of a group on the lawn, and I was being
brought by Ella Higginsworth to be presented. The Princess Lihue
had just called some teasing chaff to her which had made her halt
to respond and left me halted a pace in front of her.

"His glance chanced to light on me, alone there, perturbed,
embarrassed. Oh, how I see him!--his head thrown back a little,
with that high, bright, imperious, and utterly care-free poise that
was so usual of him. Our eyes met. His head bent forward, or
straightened to me, I don't know what happened. Did he command?
Did I obey? I do not know. I know only that I was good to look
upon, crowned with fragrant maile, clad in Princess Naomi's
wonderful holoku loaned me by Uncle John from his taboo room; and I
know that I advanced alone to him across the Mana lawn, and that he
stepped forth from those about him to meet me half-way. We came to
each other across the grass, unattended, as if we were coming to
each other across our lives.

"--Was I very beautiful, Sister Martha, when I was young? I do not
know. I don't know. But in that moment, with all his beauty and
truly royal-manness crossing to me and penetrating to the heart of
me, I felt a sudden sense of beauty in myself--how shall I say? as