Do you think she was too sleepy to notice that, or is she accustomed to so much night air ?" "I really do not know," said Ralph, in reply.
"Very well, then," said Dora; "I will attend to all that in my own way.
Good-night again, Mr.Haverley;" and with a little nod and a smile, she withdrew her face from his view.
If she had come back within the next minute, she would have found him still looking up.

She felt quite sure of this, but she could think of no good reason for another reappearance.
Ralph lighted a pipe and sat down on the piazza.

He looked steadily in front of him, but he saw no grass, no trees, no moonlighted landscape, no sky of summer night.

He saw only the face of a young girl, leaning over and looking down at him from the top of a stairway.

It was the face of a girl who was so gentle, so thoughtful for others, so quick to perceive, so quick to do; who was so fond of his sister, and so beautiful.