Her head was thrown back against the wall of the villa, and her hands were clasped upon her knee.

Her marvellous hair fell round her shoulders, and a strange illumination, in which a first gleam of dawn mingled with the moonlight, struck upon the white face and white hands emerging from the darkness of her hair and of her loose black dress.
Was she asleep?
Lucy, holding back so as not to be seen, peered with held breath.

No!--the large eyes were wide open, though it seemed to Lucy that they saw nothing.

Minute after minute passed.

The figure on the terrace sat motionless.