"Why, it is just the most delightful situation I ever heard about.

He is just certain to come back after you, Naida.

I wouldn't miss being here for anything." They were still sitting there, when the notes of a softly touched guitar stole in through the open window.

Both glanced about in surprise, but Miss Spencer was first to recover speech.
"A serenade! Did you ever!" she whispered.

"Do you suppose it can be he ?" She extinguished the lamp and knelt upon the floor, peering eagerly forth into the brilliant moonlight.