Kildare rose presently and asked if I would not stroll to the well, or anywhere, it was such a jolly night.

I went with him, and arm in arm we walked slowly down.

The young moon was bright among the mango-trees, striking the shining leaves, that reflected a strange greenish light.

We moved leisurely, and spoke little.

I understood Kildare's silence well enough, and I had nothing to say.