Aunt Janet might come in the morning, as she had done before, and I did not wish to set her thinking.

She is much too clever a person to have treading on the heels of a mystery--especially one in which my own affections are engaged.

I wonder what she would have said had she seen me kiss the cushion on which my beautiful guest's head had rested?
When I was in bed, and in the dark save for the fading glow of the fire, my thoughts became fixed that whether she came from Earth or Heaven or Hell, my lovely visitor was already more to me than aught else in the world.

This time she had, on going, said no word of returning.

I had been so much taken up with her presence, and so upset by her abrupt departure, that I had omitted to ask her.