Beryl's heart leapt; it seemed to turn right over, and then to stop.

She recognized him.
"Good evening, Miss Beryl," said the voice softly.
"Good evening." "Won't you come for a little walk ?" it drawled.
Come for a walk--at that time of night! "I couldn't.

Everybody's in bed.
Everybody's asleep." "Oh," said the voice lightly, and a whiff of sweet smoke reached her.
"What does everybody matter?
Do come! It's such a fine night.

There's not a soul about." Beryl shook her head.

But already something stirred in her, something reared its head.
The voice said, "Frightened ?" It mocked, "Poor little girl!" "Not in the least," said she.