At the moment of their advance they looked back, and discerned the figure of Miss Melbury, who, alone of all the observers, stood in the full face of the moonlight, deeply engrossed in the proceedings.

By contrast with her life of late years they made her feel as if she had receded a couple of centuries in the world's history.

She was rendered doubly conspicuous by her light dress, and after a few whispered words, one of the girls--a bouncing maiden, plighted to young Timothy Tangs--asked her if she would join in.
Grace, with some excitement, said that she would, and moved on a little in the rear of the rest.
Soon the listeners could hear nothing of their proceedings beyond the faintest occasional rustle of leaves.

Grammer whispered again to Marty: "Why didn't ye go and try your luck with the rest of the maids ?" "I don't believe in it," said Marty, shortly.
"Why, half the parish is here--the silly hussies should have kept it quiet.

I see Mr.Winterborne through the leaves, just come up with Robert Creedle.