'The little English prima donna,' that is what they will be calling you." She kissed his hands suddenly as he parted from her and swung off down the hill.

Then she stood at the gate, looking down at the glittering lights.

Would they shine as brightly for her, she wondered, in twenty-four hours' time?
It was so much to strive for, so much to lose, so wonderfully much to gain.

Slowly her eyes travelled upwards.

The symbolism of those higher lights calmed her fear.