I crept back to throw them.
Ah God! her form eclipsed that lighted slit in the gray stone tower.

I heard her weeping high above me at her window.
"Eva! Eva!" There was a pause, and then a little cry of gladness.
"Is it Mr.Cole ?" came in an eager whisper through her tears.
"Yes! yes! I was outside the window.

I heard everything." "They will hear you!" she cried softly, in a steadier voice.
"No-listen!" They were quarrelling.

Rattray's voice was loud and angry.
"They cannot hear," I continued, in more cautious tones; "they think I'm in bed and asleep half-a-mile away.

Oh, thank God! I'll get you away from them; trust me, my love, my darling!" In my madness I knew not what I said; it was my wild heart speaking.
Some moments passed before she replied.
"Will you promise to do nothing I ask you not to do ?" "Of course." "My life might answer for it--" "I promise--I promise." "Then wait--hide--watch my light.