“To the eastward, of course, these little boats were gray and very minute and clear, but to the westward they were little boats of gold—­shining gold—­almost like little flames.  And just below us was a rock with an arch worn through it.  The blue sea-water broke to green and foam all round the rock, and a galley came gliding out of the arch.”

“I know that rock.”  I said.  “I was nearly drowned there.  It is called the Faraglioni.”

“I Faraglioni?  Yes, she called it that,” answered the man with the white face.  “There was some story—­but that—­”

He put his hand to his forehead again.  “No,” he said, “I forget that story.”

“Well, that is the first thing I remember, the first dream I had, that little shaded room and the beautiful air and sky and that dear lady of mine, with her shining arms and her graceful robe, and how we sat and talked in half whispers to one another.  We talked in whispers not because there was any one to hear, but because there was still such a freshness of mind between us that our thoughts were a little frightened, I think, to find themselves at last in words.  And so they went softly.

“Presently we were hungry and we went from our apartment, going by a strange passage with a moving floor, until we came to the great breakfast room—­there was a fountain and music.  A pleasant and joyful place it was, with its sunlight and splashing, and the murmur of plucked strings.  And we sat and ate and smiled at one another, and I would not heed a man who was watching me from a table near by.

“And afterwards we went on to the dancing-hall.  But I cannot describe that hall.  The place was enormous—­larger than any building you have ever seen—­and in one place there was the old gate of Capri, caught into the wall of a gallery high overhead.  Light girders, stems and threads of gold, burst from the pillars like fountains, streamed like an Aurora across the roof and interlaced, like—­like conjuring tricks.  All about the great circle for the dancers there were beautiful figures, strange dragons, and intricate and wonderful grotesques bearing lights.  The place was inundated with artificial light that shamed the newborn day.  And as we went through the throng the people turned about and looked at us, for all through the world my name and face were known, and how I had suddenly thrown up pride and struggle to come to this place.  And they looked also at the lady beside me, though half the story of how at last she had come to me was unknown or mistold.  And few of the men who were there, I know, but judged me a happy man, in spite of all the shame and dishonour that had come upon my name.