And every line and contour and curve of her figure--even the lowered head, now resting between both hands--summoned him.
She heard his step, but did not move; and when he leaned above the dial, resting on his elbows, beside her, she laid her finger on the shadow of the dial.
"Time," she said, "is trying to frighten me.

It pretends to be nearly five o'clock; do you believe it ?" "Time is running very fast with me," he said.
"With me, too; I don't wish it to; I don't care for third speed forward all the time." He was bending closer above the stone dial, striving to decipher the inscription on it: "Under blue skies My shadow lies.
Under gray skies My shadow dies.
"If over me Two Lovers leaning Would solve my Mystery And read my Meaning, -- Or clear, or overcast the Skies-- The Answer always lies within their Eyes.
Look long! Look long! For there, and there alone Time solves the Riddle graven on this Stone!" Elbows almost touching they leaned at ease, idly reading the almost obliterated lines engraved there.
"I never understood it," she observed, lightly scornful.

"What occult meaning has a sun-dial for the spooney?
_I'm_ sure I don't want to read riddles in a strange gentleman's optics." "The verses," he explained, "are evidently addressed to the spooney, so why should you resent them ?" "I don't.

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