Overhead, the night-sky was spangled with clear pulsing stars, afloat in a limpid blue, vast even to awfulness in the eyes of such--were any such there ?--as say to themselves that to those worlds also were they born.

Outside, it was dark, save where the light streamed from the great windows far into the night.

The moon was not yet up; she would rise in good time to see the scattering guests to their homes.
Tom's heart had been sinking, for he could see Letty nowhere.

Now at last, he had been saying to himself all the day, had come his chance! and his chance seemed but to mock him.

More than any girl he had ever seen, had Letty moved him--perhaps because she was more unlike his mother.