It was a dressing-room for a nymph of the woods, for a dryad, for Diana herself.
He bit his tongue painfully in covering that slip, but Dryad had not seemed to notice it.
Though—but tell me about the Dryad who was engaged to be married.
All his life he longed to see the dryad whom he had lost for ever.
Knock at the rough rind of this ilex-tree, and summon forth the Dryad!