Paris　could　achieve　to　the　true　and　original　costume　as　described　by
  the　good　Friar　Bonnet；　the　which　had　been　woven　in　a　single　night　by
  the　wizard　spider　Karai　out　of　moonlight。　　Malvina　accepted　it　with
  gracious　thanks；　and　was　evidently　pleased　to　find　herself　again　in
  fit　and　proper　clothes。　　It　was　hidden　away　for　rare　occasions　where
  only　Malvina　knew。　　But　the　lady　who　had　first　kissed　her；　and　whose
  speciality　was　fairies；　craving　permission；　Malvina　consented　to
  wear　it　while　sitting　for　her　portrait。　　The　picture　one　may　still
  see　in　the　Palais　des　Beaux　Arts　at　Nantes　（the　Bretonne　Room）。　　It
  represents　her　standing　straight　as　an　arrow；　a　lone　little　figure
  in　the　centre　of　a　treeless　moor。　　The　painting　of　the　robe　is　said
  to　be　very　wonderful。　　〃Malvina　of　Brittany〃　is　the　inscription；　the
  date　being　Nineteen　Hundred　and　Thirteen。
  The　next　year　Malvina　was　no　longer　there。　　Madame　Lavigne；　folding
  knotted　hands；　had　muttered　her　last　paternoster。　　Pere　Jean　had
  urged　the　convent。　　But　for　the　first　time；　with　him；　she　had　been
  frankly　obstinate。　　Some　fancy　seemed　to　have　got　into　the　child's
  head。　　Something　that　she　evidently　connected　with　the　vast　treeless
  moor　rising　southward　to　where　the　ancient　menhir　of　King　Taramis
  crowned　its　summit。　　The　good　man　yielded；　as　usual。　　For　the
  present　there　were　Madame　Lavigne's　small　savings。　　Suzanne's　wants
  were　but　few。　　The　rare　shopping　necessary　Father　Jean　could　see　to
  himself。　　With　the　coming　of　winter　he　would　broach　the　subject
  again；　and　then　be　quite　firm。　　Just　these　were　the　summer　nights
  when　Suzanne　loved　to　roam；　and　as　for　danger！　there　was　not　a　lad
  for　ten　leagues　round　who　would　not　have　run　a　mile　to　avoid
  passing；　even　in　daylight；　that　cottage　standing　where　the　moor　dips
  down　to　the　sealands。
  But　one　surmises　that　even　a　fairy　may　feel　lonesome。　　Especially　a
  banished　fairy；　hanging　as　it　were　between　earth　and　air；　knowing
  mortal　maidens　kissed　and　courted；　while　one's　own　companions　kept
  away　from　one　in　hiding。　　Maybe　the　fancy　came　to　her　that；　after
  all　these　years；　they　might　forgive　her。　　Still；　it　was　their
  meeting　place；　so　legend　ran；　especially　of　midsummer　nights。　　Rare
  it　was　now　for　human　eye　to　catch　a　glimpse　of　the　shimmering　robes；
  but　high　on　the　treeless　moor　to　the　music　of　the　Lady　of　the
  Fountain；　one　might　still　hear；　were　one　brave　enough　to　venture；
  the　rhythm　of　their　dancing　feet。　　If　she　sought　them；　softly
  calling；　might　they　not　reveal　themselves　to　her；　make　room　for　her
  once　again　in　the　whirling　circle？　　One　has　the　idea　that　the
  moonlight　frock　may　have　added　to　her　hopes。　　Philosophy　admits　that
  feeling　oneself　well　dressed　gives　confidence。
  If　all　of　them　had　not　disappearedbeen　kissed　three　times　upon　the
  lips　by　mortal　man　and　so　become　a　woman？　　It　seems　to　have　been　a
  possibility　for　which　your　White　Lady　had　to　be　prepared。　　That　is；
  if　she　chose　to　suffer　it。　　If　not；　it　was　unfortunate　for　the　too
  daring　mortal。　　But　if　he　gained　favour　in　her　eyes！　　That　he　was
  brave；　his　wooing　proved。　　If；　added　thereto；　he　were　comely；　with
  kind　strong　ways；　and　eyes　that　drew　you？　　History　proves　that　such
  dreams　must　have　come　even　to　White　Ladies。　　Maybe　more　especially
  on　midsummer　nights　when　the　moon　is　at　its　full。　　It　was　on　such　a
  night　that　Sir　Gerylon　had　woke　Malvina's　sister　Sighile　with　a
  kiss。　　A　true　White　Lady　must　always　dare　to　face　her　fate。
  It　seems　to　have　befallen　Malvina。　　Some　told　Father　Jean　how　he　had
  arrived　in　a　chariot　drawn　by　winged　horses；　the　thunder　of　his
  passing　waking　many　in　the　sleeping　villages　beneath。　　And　others
  how　he　had　come　in　the　form　of　a　great　bird。　　Father　Jean　had　heard
  strange　sounds　himself；　and　certain　it　was　that　Suzanne　had
  disappeared。
  Father　Jean　heard　another　version　a　few　weeks　later；　told　him　by　an
  English　officer　of　Engineers　who　had　ridden　from　the　nearest　station
  on　a　bicycle　and　who　arrived　hot　and　ravenously　thirsty。　　And　Father
  Jean；　under　promise　of　seeing　Suzanne　on　the　first　opportunity；
  believed　it。　　But　to　most　of　his　flock　it　sounded　an　impossible
  rigmarole；　told　for　the　purpose　of　disguising　the　truth。
  So　ends　my　storyor　rather　the　story　I　have　pieced　together　from
  information　of　a　contradictory　nature　received。　　Whatever　you　make
  of　it；　whether　with　the　Doctor　you　explain　it　away；　or　whether　with
  Professor　Littlecherry；　LL。D。；　F。R。S。；　you　believe　the　world　not
  altogether　explored　and　mapped；　the　fact　remains　that　Malvina　of
  Brittany　has　passed　away。　　To　the　younger　Mrs。　Raffleton；　listening
  on　the　Sussex　Downs　to　dull；　distant　sounds　that　make　her　heart
  beat；　and　very　nervous　of　telegraph　boys；　has　come　already　some　of
  the　disadvantages　attendant　on　her　new　rank　of　womanhood。　　And　yet
  one　gathers；　looking　down　into　those　strange　deep　eyes；　that　she
  would　not　change　anything　about　her；　even　if　now　she　could。
  THE　STREET　OF　THE　BLANK　WALL。
  I　had　turned　off　from　the　Edgware　Road　into　a　street　leading　west；
  the　atmosphere　of　which　had　appealed　to　me。　　It　was　a　place　of　quiet
  houses　standing　behind　little　gardens。　　They　had　the　usual　names
  printed　on　the　stuccoed　gateposts。　　The　fading　twilight　was　just
  sufficient　to　enable　one　to　read　them。　　There　was　a　Laburnum　Villa；
  and　The　Cedars；　and　a　Cairngorm；　rising　to　the　height　of　three
  storeys；　with　a　curious　little　turret　that　branched　out　at　the　top；
  and　was　crowned　with　a　conical　roof；　so　that　it　looked　as　if　wearing
  a　witch's　hat。　　Especially　when　two　small　windows　just　below　the
  eaves　sprang　suddenly　into　light；　and　gave　one　the　feeling　of　a　pair
  of　wicked　eyes　suddenly　flashed　upon　one。
  The　street　curved　to　the　right；　ending　in　an　open　space　through
  which　passed　a　canal　beneath　a　low　arched　bridge。　　There　were　still
  the　same　quiet　houses　behind　their　small　gardens；　and　I　watched　for
  a　while　the　lamplighter　picking　out　the　shape　of　the　canal；　that
  widened　just　above　the　bridge　into　a　lake　with　an　island　in　the
  middle。　　After　that　I　must　have　wandered　in　a　circle；　for　later　on　I
  found　myself　back　in　the　same　spot；　though　I　do　not　suppose　I　had
  passed　a　dozen　people　on　my　way；　and　then　I　set　to　work　to　find　my
  way　back　to　Paddington。
  I　thought　I　had　taken　the　road　by　which　I　had　come；　but　the　half
  light　must　have　deceived　me。　　Not　that　it　mattered。　　They　had　a
  lurking　mystery　about　them；　these　silent　streets　with　their
  suggestion　of　hushed　movement　behind　drawn　curtains；　of　whispered
  voices　behind　the　flimsy　walls。　　Occasionally　there　would　escape　the
  sound　of　laughter；　suddenly　stifled　as　it　seemed；　and　once　the
  sudden　cry　of　a　child。
  It　was　in　a　short　street　of　semi…detached　villas　facing　a　high　blank
  wall　that；　as　I　passed；　I　saw　a　blind　move　half…way　up；　revealing　a
  woman's　face。　　A　gas　lamp；　the　only　one　the　street　possessed；　was
  nearly　opposite。　　I　thought　at　first　it　was　the　face　of　a　girl；　and
  then；　as　I　looked　again；　it　might　have　been　the　face　of　an　old
  woman。　　One　could　not　distinguish　the　colouring。　　In　any　case；　the
  cold；　blue　gaslight　would　have　made　it　seem　pallid。
  The　remarkable　feature　was　the　eyes。　　It　might　have　been；　of　course；
  that　they　alone　caught　the　light　and　held　it；　rendering　them
  uncannily　large　and　brilliant。　　Or　it　might　have　been　that　the　rest
  of　the　face　was　small　and　delicate；　out　of　all　proportion　to　them。
  She　may　have　seen　me；　for　the　blind　was　drawn　down　again；　and　I
  passed　on。
  There　was　no　particular　reason　why；　but　the　incident　lingered　with
  me。　　The　sudden　raising　of　the　blind；　as　of　the　curtain　of　some
  small　theatre；　the　barely　furnished　room　coming　dimly　into　view；　and
  the　woman　standing　there；　close　to　the　footlights；　as　to　my　fancy　it
  seemed。　　And　then　the　sudden　ringing　down　of　the　curtain　before　the
  play　had　begun。　　I　turned　at　the　corner　of　the　street。　　The　blind
  had　been　drawn　up　again；　and　I　saw　again　the　slight；　girlish　figure
  silhouetted　against　the　side　panes　of　the　bow　window。
  At　the　same　moment　a　man　knocked　up　against　me。　　It　was　not　his
  fault。　　I　had　stopped　abruptly；　not　giving　him　time　to　avoid　me。　　We
  both　apologised；　blaming　the　darkness。　　It　may　have　been　my　fancy；
  but　I　had　the　feeling　that；　instead　of　going　on　his　way；　he　had
  turned　and　was　following　me。　　I　waited　till　the　next　corner；　and
  then　swung　round　on　my　heel。　　But　there　was　no　sign　of　him；　and
  after　a　while　I　found　myself　back　in　the　Edgware　Road。
  Once　or　twice；　in　idle　mood；　I　sought　the　street　again；　but　without
  success；　and　the　thing　would；　I　expect；　have　faded　from　my　memory；
  but　that　one　evening；　on　my　way　home　from　Paddington；　I　came　across
  the　woman　in　the　Harrow　Road。　　There　was　no　mistaking　her。　　She
  almost　touched　me　as　she　came　out　of　a　fishmonger's　shop；　and
  unconsciously；　at　the　beginning；　I　found　myself　following　her。　　This
  time　I　noticed　the　turnings；　and　five　minutes'　walking　brought　us　to
  the　street。　　Half　a　dozen　times　I　must　have　been　within　a　hundred
  yards　of　it。　　I　lingered　at　the　corner。　　She　had　not　noticed　me；　and
  just　as　she　reached　the　house　a　man　came　out　of　the　shadows　beyond
  the　lamp…post　and　joined　her。
  I　was　due　at　a　bachelor　gathering　that　evening；　and　after　dinner