I had put out my lights before I drew the curtain, as I wished to see the full effect of the moonlight.

Now that the rainy season is over, the moon is quite as beautiful as it was in the wet, and a great deal more comfortable.

I was in evening dress, with a smoking-jacket in lieu of a coat, and I felt the air mild and mellow on the warm side, as I stood on the terrace.
But even in that bright moonlight the further corners of the great garden were full of mysterious shadows.

I peered into them as well as I could--and my eyes are pretty good naturally, and are well trained.
There was not the least movement.

The air was as still as death, the foliage as still as though wrought in stone.
I looked for quite a long time in the hope of seeing something of my Lady.