"I can do without the moon, queen of my heart." She went into his arms, but she was trembling.

"I feel--somehow--as if someone were watching us," she whispered.
"Exactly my own idea," he said.

"The moon is a bit too intrusive tonight.

I shan't weep if there are a few clouds tomorrow." She laughed a little dubiously.

"We couldn't cross the quicksand if the light were bad." "We could get down to the Point by the cliff-path," he pointed out.