It seemed as if one could see
something mysterious moving or standing, perhaps a human form, wrapped
in floating robes, perhaps a white marble statue hidden behind the
foliage, perhaps a mist, gathering and scattering. Night moths and
bats, fluttering across the bar of light out of the darkness into the
darkness, shone brightly during the brief period of their passage, then
suddenly vanished again like moss blown through a flame. The electric
light seemed to make a road through the park, spread a silver carpet
over it, and invite the two who watched its course to walk along this
shining road to the distance where the shadowy white shapes hovered in
the shrubbery, appearing and disappearing.
The temptation was irresistible.
"Let us go down," said Ada, and a few minutes later, with a light
mantilla over her shoulders, she was walking by his side over the
creaking gravel of the avenue and then over the noiseless side paths.
How blissful is the wandering of a handsome young couple, with glowing
hearts in their breasts, through a moonlit, fragrant summer night!
Their feet do not feel the earth on which they tread, but seem to be
floating on clouds.
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