She had filled me with a curiosity that she had done nothing whatever to satisfy, and with a fascination that was very nearly a fear.

We mounted the hill and came out on a stretch of soft common sward.

Then the sound of our footsteps ceased and the world grew more silent than ever.

There were little enclosed fields all round us.
The moon threw a wan light, and gleaming mist hung in the ragged hedges.
Broad, soft roads ran away into space on every side.
"And now ..." I asked, at last, "shall we ever meet again ?" My voice came huskily, as if I had not spoken for years and years.
"Oh, very often," she answered.
"Very often ?" I repeated.

I hardly knew whether I was pleased or dismayed.