He marked the graceful sweep of her dark, close-fitting dress, the white fringe of dainty underskirt, the small foot, neatly booted, peeping from beneath, and the glimpse of round, white throat, rendered even fairer by the creamy lace encircling it.
Against the darker background of green shrubs she resembled a picture entitled "Dreaming," which he dimly recalled lingering before in some famous Eastern gallery, and his heart beat faster in wonderment at what the mystic dream might be.

To draw back unobserved was impossible, even had he possessed strength of will sufficient to make the attempt, nor would words of easy greeting come to his relief.

He could merely worship silently as before a sacred shrine.

It was thus she glanced up and saw him with startled eyes, her hands unclasping, her cheeks rose-colored.
"Lieutenant Brant, you here ?" she exclaimed, speaking as if his presence seemed unreal.

"What strange miracles an idle thought can work!" "Thoughts, I have heard," he replied, coming toward her with head uncovered, "will sometimes awaken answers through vast distances of time and space.