And into this new world both walked for the first time--walked in their youth and hand in hand.

Each for the first time knew the double pride of loving and being loved.

In spite of their troubles they were not to be pitied, and they knew it.

The gray morning light flooded the sky and turned the moon into a pale white disk.
"Lie close, my dear," said he.

"It is not time." In the trees in the garden below the blackbirds began to bustle amongst the leaves, and all at once their clear, sweet music thrilled upward to the lovers in the hollow of the down.
"Lie close, my dear," he repeated.
They watched the sun leap into the heavens and flash down the Channel in golden light.
"The night has gone," said Chayne.
"Nothing can take it from us while we live," answered Sylvia, very softly.