I saw her asleep, and went out for a little stroll myself.
I walked along the cliffs to the westward, and was full of sweet sadness, for I was thinking of Jonathan.

When coming home, it was then bright moonlight, so bright that, though the front of our part of the Crescent was in shadow, everything could be well seen, I threw a glance up at our window, and saw Lucy's head leaning out.

I opened my handkerchief and waved it.

She did not notice or make any movement whatever.

Just then, the moonlight crept round an angle of the building, and the light fell on the window.