I told her how anxious I was about Jonathan, and then she tried to comfort me.

Well, she succeeded somewhat, for, though sympathy can't alter facts, it can make them more bearable.
13 August .-- Another quiet day, and to bed with the key on my wrist as before.

Again I awoke in the night, and found Lucy sitting up in bed, still asleep, pointing to the window.

I got up quietly, and pulling aside the blind, looked out.

It was brilliant moonlight, and the soft effect of the light over the sea and sky, merged together in one great silent mystery, was beautiful beyond words.