She found it, she sat there, and her heart was very bitter at first against Udo and against Belvane, and even against her father for going away and leaving her; but by and by the peace of the place wrapped itself around her, and she felt that she would find a way out of her difficulties somehow. Only she wished that her father would come back, because he loved her, and she felt that it would be nice to be loved again. "It is beautiful, isn't it?" said a voice from behind her. She turned suddenly, as a tall young man stepped out from among the trees. "Oh, who are you, please?" she asked, amazed at his sudden appearance. His dress told her nothing, but his face told her things which she was glad to know. "My name," he said, "is Coronel." "It is a pretty name." "Yes, but don't be led away by it. It belongs to nobody very particular. Do you mind if I sit down? I generally sit down here about this time." "Oh, do you live in the forest?" "I have lived here for the last week." He gave her a friendly smile, and added, "You're late, aren't you?" "Late?" "Yes, I've been expecting you for the last seven days." "How did you know there was any me at all?" smiled Hyacinth. With a movement of his hand Coronel indicated the scene in front of him. "There had to be _somebody_ for whom all this was made. It wanted somebody to say thank you to it now and then." "Haven't you been doing that all this week?" "Me? I wouldn't presume. No, it's your glade, and you've neglected it shamefully." "There's a little girl who comes here," said Hyacinth. "I wonder if you have seen her?" Coronel turned away. There were secret places in his heart into which Hyacinth could not come--yet. "She danced," he said shortly. There was silence between them for a little, but a comfortable silence, as if they were already old friends. "You know," said Hyacinth, looking down at him as he lay at her feet, "you ought not to be here at all, really." "I wish I could think that," said Coronel. "I had a horrible feeling that duty called me here. I love those places where one really oughtn't to be at all, don't you?" "I love being here," sighed Hyacinth. "Wiggs was quite right." Seeing him look up at her she added, "Wiggs is the little girl who dances, you know." "She would be right," said Coronel, looking away from her. Hyacinth felt strangely rested. It seemed that never again would anything trouble her; never again would she have only her own strength to depend upon. Who was he? But it did not matter. He might go away and she might never see him again, but she was no longer afraid of the world. "I thought," she said, "that all the men of Euralia were away fighting." "So did I," said Coronel. "What are you, then? A Prince from a distant country, an enchanter, a spy sent from Barodia, a travelling musician?--you see, I give you much to choose from." "You leave me nothing to be but what I am--Coronel." "And I am Hyacinth."