Fanny made no response.
"There is a bit of moonlight scenery that is very beautiful," said Mr.Willet.

"Come with me to the other side of the house." And he offered his arm, through which Fanny drew hers without hesitation.

They stepped from the piazza, and passed in among the fragrant shrubbery, following one of the garden walks, until they were in view of the scene to which Mr.Willet referred.

A heavy bank of clouds had fallen in the east, and the moon was just struggling through the upper, broken edges, along which her gleaming silver lay in fringes, broad belts, and fleecy masses, giving to the dark vapours below a deeper blackness.

Above all this, the sky was intensely blue, and the stars shone down with a sharp, diamond-like lustre.