Her head came nearly to his shoulder, as I was well able to judge, for he was holding it in his hands and had laid his own upon it, as if it were a natural resting-place.

And his hair coming against the darker part of hers, I could see that his was grey all over.
Up to this point I had been too much stupefied to move, and I had just become conscious that I ought to go, when the white cap lying in the moonlight seemed to catch his eye as it had caught mine; and he set his heel on it with a vehemence that made me anxious to be off.

I could not resist one look back as I left the garden, if only to make sure that I had not been dreaming.

No, they were there still, and he was lifting the coil of her hair, which I suppose had come down when the cap was pulled off, and it took the full stretch of his arm to do so, before it fell heavily from his fingers.
When I presented myself to my mother with the bunch of flowers still in my hand, she said, "Did my Jack get these for Mother ?" I shook my head.

"No, Mother.