We sat and listened, almost holding our breath.

Oh! the nightingale! the nightingale! "He knows," Hector MacNairn's low voice said, "that it was not a dream." When there was silence again I heard him leave his chair very quietly.
"Good night! good night!" he said, and went away.

I felt somehow that he had left us together for a purpose, but, oh, I did not even remotely dream what the purpose was! But soon she told me, almost in a whisper.
"We love you very much, Ysobel," she said.

"You know that ?" "I love you both, with all my heart," I answered.

"Indeed I love you." "We two have been more to each other than mere mother and son.