Craig put his arm round Margaret.

She trembled and thrilled.
"Do you know what that moon's saying ?" asked he.

In his voice was that exquisite tone that enabled him to make even commonplaces lift great audiences to their feet to cheer him wildly.
She lifted soft, shining eyes to his.

"What ?" she inquired under her breath.

She had forgotten her schemes, her resentments, her make-believe of every kind.