Lester was timid.

He dreaded beyond words the setting of the ball rolling which would tear his beautiful love and himself asunder.

Heaven help him, he was so unutterably happy in the bewildering present.
His reverie was suddenly interrupted by seeing a little black figure hurrying down the path.

Another instant, and the little breathless figure was clasped in his arms, close, close to his madly throbbing heart.
"Oh, Faynie, my love, my darling, my precious, why did you brave the fury of the tempest to keep the tryst to-night?
I am here, but I did not expect you, much as I love to see you.

I was praying you would not venture out.