I began to think the night long and my position ridiculous.

My companion said to me: 

“Will you make me a promise?”

“Yes.  What is it?”

“To remain quiet, well-behaved and discreet, if I permit you—­”

“What?  Say what you mean!”

“Here is what I mean:  I want to lie down on my back at the bottom of the boat with you by my side.  But I forbid you to touch me, to embrace me —­in short—­to caress me.”

I promised.  She said warningly: 

“If you move, ’I’ll capsize the boat.”

And then we lay down side by side, our eyes turned toward the sky, while the boat glided slowly through the water.  We were rocked by its gentle motion.  The slight sounds of the night came to us more distinctly in the bottom of the boat, sometimes causing us to start.  And I felt springing up within me a strange, poignant emotion, an infinite tenderness, something like an irresistible impulse to open my arms in order to embrace, to open my heart in order to love, to give myself, to give my thoughts, my body, my life, my entire being to some one.

My companion murmured, like one in a dream: 

“Where are we; Where are we going?  It seems to me that I am leaving the earth.  How sweet it is!  Ah, if you loved me—­a little!!!”

My heart began to throb.  I had no answer to give.  It seemed to me that I loved her.  I had no longer any violent desire.  I felt happy there by her side, and that was enough for me.

And thus we remained for a long, long time without stirring.  We had clasped each other’s hands; some delightful force rendered us motionless, an unknown force stronger than ourselves, an alliance, chaste, intimate, absolute, of our beings lying there side by side, belonging to each other without contact.  What was this?  How do I know?  Love, perhaps?

Little by little the dawn appeared.  It was three o’clock in the morning.  Slowly a great brightness spread over the sky.  The boat knocked up against something.  I rose up.  We had come close to a tiny islet.

But I remained enchanted, in an ecstasy.  Before us stretched the firmament, red, pink, violet, spotted with fiery clouds resembling golden vapor.  The river was glowing with purple and three houses on one side of it seemed to be burning.

I bent toward my companion.  I was going to say, “Oh! look!” But I held my tongue, quite dazed, and I could no longer see anything except her.  She, too, was rosy, with rosy flesh tints with a deeper tinge that was partly a reflection of the hue of the sky.  Her tresses were rosy; her eyes were rosy; her teeth were rosy; her dress, her laces, her smile, all were rosy.  And in truth I believed, so overpowering was the illusion, that the dawn was there in the flesh before me.

She rose softly to her feet, holding out her lips to me; and I moved toward her, trembling, delirious feeling indeed that I was going to kiss Heaven, to kiss happiness, to kiss a dream that had become a woman, to kiss the ideal which had descended into human flesh.