I'll go down and saddle my mare--" * * * * * "What ?" * * * * * "Oh, yes--yes! I know what I'm doing--" * * * * * "Yes, I do remember, but--why won't you take me away from--" * * * * * "I know it--Oh, I know it! I am half-crazed, I think--" * * * * * "Yes--" * * * * * "I do care for them still! But--" * * * * * "O Garry! Garry! I will be true to them! I will do anything you wish, only come! Come! Come!" * * * * * "You promise ?" * * * * * "At once ?" * * * * * She hung up the receiver, turned, and flung open the window.
Over the wet woods a rain-washed moon glittered; the long storm had passed.
An hour later, as she kneeled by the open window, her chin on her arms, watching for him, out of the shadow and into the full moonlight galloped a rider who drew bridle on the distant lawn, waving her a gay gesture of reassurance.
It was too far for her to call; she dared not descend fearing the dogs might wake the house.
And in answer to his confident salute, she lighted a candle, and, against the darkness, drew the fiery outline of a heart; then extinguishing the light, she sank back in her big chair, watching him as he settled in his stirrups for the night-long vigil that she meant to share with him till dawn.
The whole night long once more together! She thrilled at the thought of it--at the memory of that other night and dawn under the Southern planets where a ghostly ocean thundered at their feet--where her awakened heart quickened with the fear of him--and all her body trembled with the blessed fear of him, and every breath was delicious with terror of the man who had come this night to guard her.
Partly undressed, head cradled in her tumbled hair, she lay there in the darkness watching him--her paladin on guard beneath the argent splendour of the moon.

Under the loosened silken vest her heart was racing; under the unbound hair her cheeks were burning.

The soft lake breeze rippled the woodbine leaves along the sill, stirring the lace and ribbon on her breast.
Hour after hour she lay there, watching him through the dreamy lustre of the moon, all the mystery of her love for him tremulous within her.
Once, on the edge of sleep, yet still awake, she stretched her arms toward him in the darkness, unconsciously as she did in dreams.
Slowly the unreality of it all was enveloping her, possessed her as her lids grew heavy.

In the dim silvery light she could scarcely see him now: a frail mist belted horse and rider, stretching fairy barriers across the lawn.

Suddenly, within her, clear, distinct, a voice began calling to him imperiously; but her lips never moved.