The bright flame leaped swiftly up and filled all the room with a flickering golden glow.

Gerald turned in the window to watch it.

How quickly it had flushed Phebe's cheeks, and how soft her eyes looked in its light! "It's downright cruelty to spoil our first cool evening with a fire, Phebe, but I'll forgive you, it makes you look so pretty," she said, quite unconscious of her beauty as she stood against the dark background of the curtain in picturesque stateliness, her dress of soft cream-white cloth falling in clinging folds about her, and her clear pale face turned dreamily toward the light, which gleamed out in fitful reflection from the heavy gold ornaments at her throat and wrists.
"Ah, you do not see yourself!" murmured Phebe, looking adoringly back at her.

"No one else could look pretty to you if you did." "How foolish!" said Gerald, scornfully.

"Pray don't let us begin bandying compliments back and forth.