Well, what then?
She shut her eyes, but she only shut out the moon's pale photographs of the fields and woods.

She could not shut out these stern besieging thoughts.
What was she holding back for?
For some possible ideal romantic future; for the prince of a fairy story?
No?
Well, then, for what?
The moon went behind a cloud, and took all her photographs with her.

The night had turned very cold.
"To-morrow," said Ruth to herself, rising slowly; "I am too tired to think now.

To-morrow!" And as she spoke the faint chime of the clock upon her table warned her that already it was to-morrow.
And soon, in a moment, as it seemed to her, before she had had time to think, it was again to-morrow, a wet, dim to-morrow, and she was at Vandon, running up the wide stone steps in the starlight, under Dare's protecting umbrella, and allowing him to take her wraps from her before the hall fire.
The concert had gone off well.

Ruth was pleased, Mr.Alwynn was pleased.
Dare was in a state of repressed excitement, now flying into the drawing-room to see if there were a good fire, as it was a chilly evening; now rushing thence to the dining-room to satisfy himself that all the immense and elaborate preparations which he had enjoined on the cook had been made.