His lips moved as she withdrew hers.
"My darling!" he said in the quick, broken way of the dreamer.
She rose swiftly and fled away among the trees towards the house.
What he had said in his sleep--was it in reality the words of unconsciousness, or was it subconscious knowledge ?--they kept ringing in her ears.
"My darling!" he had said when she kissed him.

There was a light of joy in her eyes now, though she felt that the words were meant for another.
Yet it was her kiss, her own kiss, which had made him say it.

If--but with happy eyes she stole to her room..