Shall we go hand in hand to find it then--in case you miss the way ?" She laughed again at the quaint adroitness of his speech.

But her lips were curiously unsteady, and she found the darkness very comforting.
There was no moon, and the sky was veiled.

She suffered the strong clasp of his fingers about her own without protest.

What did it matter--for just one night?
"Where are we going ?" she asked.
"Wait till we get there!" murmured her companion.

"We are just within the magic circle.