That was all nonsense and rubbish.

But, in spite of herself, Beryl saw so plainly two people standing in the middle of her room.

Her arms were round his neck; he held her.

And now he whispered, "My beauty, my little beauty!" She jumped off her bed, ran over to the window and kneeled on the window-seat, with her elbows on the sill.

But the beautiful night, the garden, every bush, every leaf, even the white palings, even the stars, were conspirators too.