This one is as beautiful as she--and full of grace, and wit, and spirit.

She could not look down upon him, however wrath she was at any time.

Ah me! She should not spurn him, surely she should not!" She was so restless and ill at ease that she could not lie upon her bed, but rose therefrom, as she often did in her wakeful hours, and went to her lattice, gently opening it to look out upon the night, and calm herself by sitting with her face uplifted to the stars, which from her childhood she had fancied looked down upon her kindly and as if they would give her comfort.
To-night there were no stars.

There should have been a moon three-quarters full, but, in the evening, clouds had drifted across the sky and closed over all heavily, so that no moonlight was to be seen, save when a rare sudden gust made a ragged rent, for a moment, in the blackness.
She did not sit this time, but knelt, clad in her night-rail as she was.
All was sunk into the profoundest silence of the night.

By this time the entire household had been long enough abed to be plunged in sleep.