"Go in, my poor girl.

Rest, and compose yourself, while I try to think." He left her, and paced up and down the formal walks in the garden.

Away from the maddening fascination of her presence, his mind grew clearer.
He resisted the temptation to think of her tenderly; he set himself to consider what it would be well to do next.
The moonlight was seen no more.

Misty and starless, the dark sky spread its majestic obscurity over the earth.

Linley looked wearily toward the eastern heaven.