Although the night was dark, it was so much darker where I was within the hollow of the Tower that I could actually see what was above me.

I knew it was an aeroplane--one of which I had seen in Washington.

A man was seated in the centre, steering; and beside him was a silent figure of a woman all wrapped in white.

It made my heart beat to see her, for she was figured something like my Teuta, but broader, less shapely.

She leaned over, and a whispered "Ssh!" crept down to me.