She regretted now that she had spoken.

She felt now that she could not lose him.
"Dick," she whispered timidly, laying a hand upon his arm; but he made no answer.

The lighted windows of the house blazed upon the night.

Would he reach the door, pass in and be gone the next morning without another word to her except a formal goodnight in front of the others?
"Oh, Dick," she said again, entreatingly; and at that reiteration of his name he stopped.
"I am very sorry," he said gently.

"But I know quite well--others have taken presents from these princes.