He stood unyielding under the strain, as solid and motionless as one of the big trees of the surrounding forests; and his eyes looked at the modelling of her chin, at the outline of her neck, at the swelling lines of her bosom, with the famished and concentrated expression of a starving man looking at food.

She drew herself up to him and rubbed her head against his cheek slowly and gently.

He sighed.

She, with her hands still on his shoulders, glanced up at the placid stars and said-- "The night is half gone.

We shall finish it by this fire.