I fancy, too, one can see farther in the moonlight--one can see more ways." She was standing at the foot of the stair, a step or two higher than Hugh, and the soft light, which still, in some mysterious way, seemed to come down from above--though, looking up the spiral stair, its top seemed lost in gloom--fell on her pretty little face.

Her hair had fallen back over her shoulders and lay dark on her pure white shiny dress; there was a look in her eyes which Hugh had never noticed before, as if she could see a long way off.

Hugh looked at her earnestly.
"Jeanne," he said, "you're a perfect puzzle.

I do wonder whether you're half a fairy, or an angel, or a dream.

I do hope you're not a dream when you're in the moonlight.