Sleep well! You know very well that I should have shirked it if it hadn't been for you!" * * * * * A little later the Meadowses stood together at the open window of their room, which led by a short flight of steps to a flowering garden below.
All Franick had gone to bed, and this wing in which the "state-rooms" were, seemed to be remote from the rest of the house.

They were alone; the night was balmy; and there was a flood of secret joy in Doris's veins which gave her a charm, a beguilement Arthur had never seen in her before.

She was more woman, and therefore more divine! He could hardly recall her as the careful housewife, harassed by lack of pence, knitting her brows over her butcher's books, mending endless socks, and trying to keep the nose of a lazy husband to the grindstone.

All that seemed to have vanished.

This white sylph was pure romance--pure joy.