She leaned against the window frame and gazed up at the stars, instinctively seeking the companionship of the infinite.

Curiously enough, she thought little about Sam.

She was awed and wonderstruck before the strange mysterious event within her, the opening up, the flowering of her soul.

These vast emotions, where did they come from?
What were they?
Why did she long to burst into laughter, to burst into tears?
Why did she do neither, but simply stand motionless, with the stars blazing and reeling in the sky and her heart beating like mad and her blood surging and ebbing?
Was this--love?
Yes--it must be love.

Oh, how wonderful love was--and how sad--and how happy beyond all laughter--and how sweet! She felt an enormous tenderness for everybody and for everything, for all the world--an overwhelming sense of beauty and goodness.