"It is a risk, my love, to be out so long in the night air." "No! no! I like it.

Play--while I am out here looking at the sea.

It quiets me; it comforts me; it does me good." She glides back, ghost-like, over the lawn.

Mrs.Crayford rises, and puts down the volume that she has been reading.

It is a record of explorations in the Arctic seas.