She thought to herself she should look so pretty in the moonlight, that he would forget to chide her.

And certainly she was a pleasant vision.
Her fairy figure, enveloped in soft white folds of muslin, her delicate complexion shaded by curls so fair that they seemed a portion of the fleecy nubia, were so perfectly in unison with the mild radiance of the evening, that she seemed like an embodied portion of the moonlight.

Gerald absented himself so long that her little plan of surprising him had time to cool.

She paused more frequently in her promenade, and looked longer at the distant sparkle of the sea.
Turning to resume her walk, after one of these brief moments of contemplation, she happened to glance at the lattice-work of the veranda, and through one of its openings saw a large, dark eye watching her.

She started to run into the house, but upon second thought she called out, "Gerald, you rogue, why didn't you speak to let me know you were there ?" She darted toward the lattice, but the eye disappeared.