How would his immortal mistress look?
How would she move?
What would be her stature--what her bearing?
How would she gaze upon him?
If not with love he should die at her feet.

If with love how should he bear it?
Mrs.Rhinehart's letter had been received in the morning, and during the rest of the day Miss Ludington and Paul seemed quite to forget each other in their absorption in the thoughts suggested by the approaching event.
They sat abstracted and silent at table, and, on rising, went each their own way.

In the exalted state of their imaginations the enterprise they had in hand would not bear talking over.
When she retired to bed Miss Ludington found that sleep was out of the question.

About two o'clock in the morning she heard Paul leave his room and go downstairs.

Putting on dressing-gown and slippers she softly followed him.