His brown head broke the water, far across the way.... And he shook back his hair, and passed his hands across his face to clear his eyes.... His eyes opened....
His eyes opened, and he saw her standing there....
There were seconds on end that they remained thus, each held by the other's gaze. Faith could not, for her life, have stirred. The spell of the place was upon her. The man, for all his astonishment, was the first to find his tongue. He called softly across the water:
"Good morning, woman...."
His voice was so gentle, and at the same time so gay, that Faith was not alarmed. She smiled....
"It's after noon," she said. "Good afternoon—man!"
VIII
When Faith answered him, the man's face broke in smiles; he told her laughingly: "If you're so familiar with the habits of the sun, you must be a real woman, and not a dream at all.... I'm awake.... I am, am I not?"