I have been so dreadfully nervous to-night that I haven't thought of going to bed.

And the moon is so beautiful through my window.

It has been company." Then she asked: "What have you to tell me, Philip ?" She had stepped into the light that flooded through the window.

It transformed her hair into a lustrous mantle of deep gold; into her eyes it put the warm glow of the stars.

He made a movement, as if to put his arms about her, but he caught himself, and a little joyous breath came to Josephine's lips.