Then, when the beautiful eyes would open and gaze on me, the stars that were in them would shine and scintillate as though they were formed of living fire.

She said little, very little; but though the words were few, every syllable was fraught with love, and went straight to the very core of my heart.
By-and-by, when our transport had calmed to joy, I asked when I might next see her, and how and where I might find her when I should want to.
She did not reply directly, but, holding me close in her arms, whispered in my ear with that breathless softness which is a lover's rapture of speech: "I have come here under terrible difficulties, not only because I love you--and that would be enough--but because, as well as the joy of seeing you, I wanted to warn you." "To warn me! Why ?" I queried.

Her reply came with a bashful hesitation, with something of a struggle in it, as of one who for some ulterior reason had to pick her words: "There are difficulties and dangers ahead of you.

You are beset with them; and they are all the greater because they are, of grim necessity, hidden from you.

You cannot go anywhere, look in any direction, do anything, say anything, but it may be a signal for danger.