Your lamp is not lit yet.

There is the window.

Till to-morrow, then, dearest." "Till to-morrow, Harold." "My own darling!" He stooped, and their lips met for the first time.
Then, as she pushed open the folding windows she heard his quick, firm step as it passed down the graveled path.

A lamp was lit as she entered the room, and there was Ida, dancing about like a mischievous little fairy in front of her.
"And have you anything to tell me ?" she asked, with a solemn face.

Then, suddenly throwing her arms round her sister's neck, "Oh, you dear, dear old Clara! I am so pleased.