It was really a wonderful night and even the eyes of youth, inhabiting it with fairy dreams, were not essential to perceive it.
"What flower scent is that ?" asked Von Rosen.
"I think," replied Annie, "that it is wild honeysuckle," and her voice trembled slightly.

The perfumed night and the strange presence beside her went to the child's head a bit.

The two walked along under the trees, which cast etching-like shadows in the broad moonlight, and neither talked much.

There was scarcely a lighted window in any of the houses and they had a delicious sense of isolation,--the girl and the man awake in a sleeping world.

Annie made no further allusion to Miss Wallingford.