She stood with an expectant smile.
"Jack, how am I to risk you in the arms of all the strangers in that dance?
"It's late.

Listen!" She cupped a hand at her ear and leaned to listen.

Up from the hollow below them came a faint strain of music, a very light sound that was drowned a moment later by the solemn rushing of the wind through the great trees above them.
They looked up of one accord.
"Pierre, what was that ?" "Nothing; the wind in the branches, that's all." "It was a hushing sound.

It was like--it was like a warning, almost." But he was already turning away, and she followed him hastily..