She opened the door and stepped out into the porch.
Still and starlit lay the path before her.

The snow had been swept away.
Impulse seized her.

She felt she could wait no longer.

She slipped back into the hall, took a coat of Jeff's from a peg, put it on, and so passed out into the open.
The way to the stable lay past the mill-stream.

On noiseless feet she followed it.