"Let us wait a bit; by-and-by it will light up the room and may help us." And, pending the appearance of the moon, they began to talk.

A conversation in the dark, in a little room, on a spring night; a conversation which, at the outset trifling and unimportant, gradually enters on the chapter of personal confidences.

You know what that leads to.

Language by degrees grows confused, full of reticences; voices are lowered; words alternate with sighs.

Hands meeting complete the thought which from the heart ascends to the lips, and--.