The commonalty and the hangers-on faded too into the darkness, and the folk who were sleeping at the inn took their candles and said good-night.
All was suddenly quiet,--a moonlit crossroads in Virginia, tranquil as the shaven fields and the endless columns of the pine.
Upstairs, in the low "best room," Rand found his wife still seated by the open window, her folded arms upon the sill, her eyes raised to the stars that shone despite the moon.

He crossed to her and closed the window.

"The night is cold.

Dearest, have you been sitting here all this time ?" She rose, turning upon him a radiant face.

"All this time.