"Narcissus," she cried, and held out her arms to him. "Who art thou?" he asked. "Who art thou?" said she. "Have I not told thee," he said impatiently, "Narcissus?" "Narcissus," she said again, and still held out her hands beseechingly. "Tell me," he cried, "who art thou and why dost thou call me?" "Why dost thou call me?" said she. At this he grew angry. "Maiden, whoever thou art, thou hast led me a pretty dance through the woods, and now thou dost nought but mock me." "Thou dost nought but mock me," said she. At this he grew yet more angry, and began to abuse her, but every word of abuse that he spoke she hurled back at him again. At last, tired out with his wanderings and with anger, he threw himself on the grass by the pool, and would not look at her nor speak to her again. For a time she stood beside him weeping, and longing to speak to him and explain, but never a word could she utter. So at last in her misery she left him, and went and hid herself behind a rock close by. After a while, when his anger had cooled down somewhat, Narcissus remembered he was very thirsty, and noticing for the first time the clear pool beside him, he bent over the edge of the bank to drink. As he held out his hand to take the water, he saw looking up towards him a face which was the fairest face he had ever looked on, and his heart, which never yet had known what love was, at last was set on fire by the face in the pool. With a sigh he held out both his arms towards it, and the figure also held out two arms to him, and Echo from the rock answered back his sigh. When he saw the figure stretching out towards him and heard the sigh, he thought that his love was returned, and he bent down closer to the water and whispered, "I love thee." "I love thee," answered Echo from the rock.