She even drew back a little, as though to express content, yet there was the vision still, a glorious picture in its fair round frame of moss and greenery.

Supposing it should remain there (her pale face flushed at the thought) indelibly and forever, to tell the secret of her heart to all the world! Then a whisper, that seemed to tremble beneath its freight of love, whispered, "Harry! Harry!" and she looked up, and saw the substance of the shadow, her lover, standing upon the little wooden bridge! Though Folly be near kin to Vice, she does not acknowledge the relationship, and, to do Harry Trevethick justice, she would never have made a midnight assignation with Richard in the Fairies' Bower.

She was more alarmed and shocked at the too literal fulfillment of her wish than pleased to see him there.

She shed tears for very shame.

Whatever reserve she had hitherto maintained, with respect to her affection for him, had now, she perceived, been swept away by her own act.