A brisk wind was blowing, and the moon, a young, frosty moon was bright.
He knew the place well, and paced a stone terrace undisturbed.

It was on the other side all was noise and bustle, where the large, built out ball-room stood.
An absolute decision must be come to.

No more shilly-shallying--he had thrown the dice and lost and must pay the stakes.

He would ask her to dance this night and then get speech with her alone--discuss what would be best to do to save Henry, and then on the morrow go and begin proceedings immediately.
Meanwhile, up in Moravia's room, Sabine was seated upon the white sheep's-skin rug before the fire; she was wildly excited and extremely unhappy.
The sight of Michael again had upset all her fancied indifference, and shaken her poise; and apart from this, the situation was grotesque and unseemly.

She could no longer suffer it: she would tell Henry the whole truth to-morrow and ask him what she must do.