He was looking straight up at the lighted window and the face of a beautiful woman who gazed forth into the night.

And his eyes were no longer cold and unresponsive, but burning, ardent, intensely alive.

Tommy forgot what he was going to say and only stared.
The moment passed; it was scarcely so much as a moment.

And Monck moved on in his calm, unfaltering way.
"Your sister is ready and waiting," he said.
They ascended the steps together, and the girl who sat by the open window rose with a stately movement and stepped forward to meet them.
"Hullo, Stella!" was Tommy's greeting.

"Hope I'm not awfully late.