He had seen something white moving at the end of the shadowy poplar alley, something that a for a moment hovered and then disappeard into the dark. The hemline of a woman, a woman that crosses the lane and then, in just this moment, when the maniac dreamer of phantasms or the impossible had entered the gardens, hid in the leafage.

An unknown woman! ... In this place! ..., At this time!
"This is the woman I am looking for", he cried and fast like an arrow he continued on his path.