She unlatched the glass door and opened it.
"You'll lock it after me, won't you ?" "No," said Dick.

"I'll see you to your door." But Stella refused his company.

She stood in the doorway.
"There's no need! See what a night it is!" and the beauty of it crept into her soul and stilled her voice.

The moon rode in a blue sky, a disc of glowing white, the great cedar-trees flung their shadows wide over the bright lawns and not a branch stirred.
"Listen," said Stella in a whisper and the river rippling against its banks with now a deep sob and now a fairy's laugh sang to them in notes most musical and clear.

That liquid melody and the flutter of a bird's wings in the bough of a tree were the only sounds.