“The King said I looked like a moon fairy,” said Columbine to Pierrot.  Pierrot only stared in the sky and laughed inanely.  “If you persist in slighting me like this,” she whispered in his ear, in a whisper which was like a hiss, “I will abandon you for ever.  I will give my heart to Harlequin, and you shall never see me again.”  But Pierrot continued to stare at the sky, and laughed once more inanely.  Then Columbine got up, her eyes flashing with rage; taking Harlequin by the arm she dragged him swiftly away.  They danced across the grass semi-circle of the amphitheatre and up the steps away into the alleys.  Pierrot was left alone with Pantaloon, who was asleep, for he was old and clowning fatigued him.  Then Pierrot left the amphitheatre also, and putting a black mask on his face he joined the revellers who were everywhere dancing, whispering, talking, and making music in subdued tones.  He sought out a long lonely avenue, in one side of which there nestled, almost entirely concealed by bushes and undergrowth, a round open Greek temple.  Right at the end of the avenue a foaming waterfall splashed down into a large marble basin, from which a tall fountain rose, white and ghostly, and made a sobbing noise.  Pierrot went towards the temple, then he turned back and walked right into the undergrowth through the bushes, and lay down on the grass, and listened to the singing of the night-jar.  The whole garden that night seemed to be sighing and whispering; there was a soft warm wind, and a smell of mown hay in the air, and an intoxicating sweetness came from the bushes of syringa.  Columbine and Harlequin also joined the revellers.  They passed from group to group, with aimless curiosity, pausing sometimes by the artificial ponds and sometimes by the dainty groups of dancers, whose satin and whose pearls glimmered faintly in the shifting moonlight, for the night was cloudy.  At last they too were tired of the revel, they wandered towards a more secluded place and made for the avenue which Pierrot had sought.  On their way they passed through a narrow grass walk between two rows of closely cropped yew hedges.  There on a marble seat a tall man in a black domino was sitting, his head resting on his hands; and between the loose folds of his satin cloak, one caught the glint of precious stones.  When they had passed him Columbine whispered to Harlequin:  “That is the King.  I caught sight of his jewelled collar.”  They presently found themselves in the long avenue at the end of which were the waterfall and the fountain.  They wandered on till they reached the Greek temple, and there suddenly Columbine put her finger on her lips.  Then she led Harlequin back a little way and took him round through the undergrowth to the back of the temple, and, crouching down in the bushes, bade him look.  In the middle of the temple there was a statue of Eros holding a torch in his hands.  Standing close beside the statue were two figures, a man dressed as a Pierrot, and a beautiful lady who wore a grey satin domino.  She had taken off her mask and pushed back the hood from her hair, which was encircled by a diadem made of something shining and silvery, and a ray of moonlight fell on her face, which was as delicate as the petal of a flower.  Pierrot was masked; he was holding her hand and looking into her eyes, which were turned upwards towards his.