I wanted to see her as long as I could.

The grey of morning was just beginning to war with the night gloom, and by the faint uncertain light I could see dimly the white figure flit between shrub and statue till finally it merged in the far darkness.
I stood for a long time on the terrace, sometimes looking into the darkness in front of me, in case I might be blessed with another glimpse of her; sometimes with my eyes closed, so that I might recall and hold in my mind her passage down the steps.

For the first time since I had met her she had thrown back at me a glance as she stepped on the white path below the terrace.

With the glamour over me of that look, which was all love and enticement, I could have dared all the powers that be.
When the grey dawn was becoming apparent through the lightening of the sky I returned to my room.

In a dazed condition--half hypnotized by love--I went to bed, and in dreams continued to think, all happily, of my Lady of the Shroud.
RUPERT'S JOURNAL--_Continued_.
_May_ 27, 1907.
A whole week has gone since I saw my Love! There it is; no doubt whatever is left in my mind about it now! Since I saw her my passion has grown and grown by leaps and bounds, as novelists put it.