Come to me, quickly, quickly.

Martin, Martin." IV The crickets and the frogs vied with each other to fill the silence with sound.

The moon was up and had laid a silver carpet under the trees.

Fireflies flashed their little lights among the undergrowth like fairies signalling.
Joan had sent her S.O.S.into the air and with supreme confidence that it would reach Martin wherever he might be, left the window, went to the pew in which Gilbert had arranged the cushions and sat down...
Martin had grown tired of waiting for her.

She had lost him.