Her dress was white, with coral about her throat and in her hair.

She leaned her elbow on her knee, and with her chin in her hand looked upon the dark mass of the trees, and the stars between the hurrying clouds.
The younger Cary, at his window, leaned out into the night, listened a moment, then turned and left the room.

"It is my brother, sir," he announced, as he passed Colonel Churchill.

"I hear him at the gate." Ten minutes later Ludwell Cary entered.

He was in riding-dress, his handsome face a little worn and pale, but smiling, his bearing as usual, quiet, manly, and agreeable.