Wennael was thinking of Annonciade's love, of her radiant beauty. A intoxication invaded her. But she was mixing with an embarrassing and unknown feeling that looked like remorse..." By play, the superb and whimsical Marquis Wennaël de Pennelon has fun disturbing Annonciade. The naive and pure Annunciation that derives its inimitable grace from Greek ancestry.... Will she succeed in chaining this fickle heart?

Wennael soon returned to his brilliant and shallow life, leaving the girl deeply wounded. A few months later, in Brittany, they met again by chance. Wennael comes out of a tragedy, desperate. He was seriously wounded, injured in the eyes.... No faith supports him in his ordeal.

Annonciade believes she has stopped loving this man more than ever cynical in his suffering.... Will she flee from him one evening, when she sees Wennael's high silhouette coming forward in the twilight of the Breton sky?