The lights that glimmered palely across the harbor were the delusive beacons on some coast of fairyland.

Anne pleased herself with a hundred fancies as she wandered through the mist.

It was delightful--romantic--mysterious to be roaming here alone on this enchanted shore.
But was she alone?
Something loomed in the mist before her--took shape and form--suddenly moved towards her across the wave-rippled sand.
"Leslie!" exclaimed Anne in amazement.

"Whatever are you doing--HERE--tonight ?" "If it comes to that, whatever are YOU doing here ?" said Leslie, trying to laugh.

The effort was a failure.