The shaded eye surveyed some large and tranquil thought--and in that eye the soul sat remote, aloof from her as any star.
She sank back in her chair with a long, stealthy breath of relief--a relief as cold as stone.

She had not felt before that there was a chill in the wide sweetness of the night.

Now it wrapped her round and slowly, with a soft brutality, penetrated to her heart.
The silence grew too long.

With a shrugging effort she surmounted herself and looked again toward the alien figure looming unconcerned in the gloom.

A warm, super-personal sense of friendliness came upon her.
Her intellect awoke to inquiries.