Lights were flashing out everywhere, and above them shone the stars.

Norgate drew a long breath of content.
"It is wonderful, this," he murmured.
"We are at least alone," Anna said, "and I can talk to you.

I want to talk to you.

Should you be very much flattered, I wonder, if I were to say that I have been thinking of little else for the last three or four days than how to approach you, how to say something to you without any fear of being misunderstood, how to convince you of my own sincerity ?" "If I am not flattered," he answered, looking at her keenly, "I am at least content.

Please go on." "You are one of those, I believe," she continued earnestly, "who realise that somewhere not far removed from the splendour of these summer days, a storm is gathering.