It seemed to her that she had never looked up and seen such myriads of stars before.

She felt far away from earthly things and tremulously uplifted.

During the last two weeks she had lived in a tumult of mind, of amazement, of awe, of hope and fear.

No wonder that she looked pale and that her face was full of anxious yearning.
There were such wonders in the world, and she, Emily Fox-Seton, no, Emily Walderhurst, seemed to have become part of them.
She clasped her hands tight together and leaned forward into the night with her face turned upwards.

Very large drops began to roll fast down her cheeks, one after the other.