Who occupied it now?
Was she alone?
Was there one other?
In apprehension which comes to the senses in the dark watches of the night--impressions, conclusions, based upon no actual or recognized action of the physical senses--Josephine rose, passed to the window and looked out.

The moonlight lay upon the lawn like a broad silver blanket.

Faint stars were twinkling in the clear sky overhead.

The night brooded her planets, hovering the world, so that life might be.
The dark outlines of the shrubbery below showed black and strong.
Upon the side of a near-by clump of leafless lilacs shone a faint light, as though from one of the barred windows below.

The house was not quite asleep.