He fired her enthusiasm, delighted her imagination, enchained her soul to his: she was literally swept off the prosy face of this earth and whirled into a realm of romance, enchanting, intoxicating, mystic--almost divine.
She forgot fleeting time, and did not even hear the church bell over at Acol village striking the hour of ten.
He had to bring her back to earth, and to guide her reluctant footsteps again towards the house.

But she was too happy to part from him so easily.

She forced him to escort her over the little bridge, under the pretense of terror at the lateness of the hour.

She vowed that he could not be perceived from the house, since all the lights were out, and everyone indeed must be abed.

Her guardian's windows, moreover, gave on the other side of the house; and he of a surety would not be moon or star gazing at this hour of the night.
Her mood was somewhat reckless.