"They certainly have left us alone!" she sighed.
"But where else could we have been any happier ?" demanded the young husband loyally.

"Where will you find any prettier place than this, just as it is at this minute, so still and sweet and silent?
There's nothing the matter with that moon, is there?
Nothing the matter with the lake?
Where's there a better place for a honeymoon?
It's a bower--a bower of peace, solitude a--bower of--" As though mocking his words, there burst upon the sleeping countryside the shriek of a giant siren.

It was raucous, virulent, insulting.

It came as sharply as a scream of terror, it continued in a bellow of rage.
Then, as suddenly as it had cried aloud, it sank to silence; only after a pause of an instant, as though giving a signal, to shriek again in two sharp blasts.

And then again it broke into the hideous long drawn scream of rage, insistent, breathless, commanding; filling the soul of him who heard it, even of the innocent, with alarm.
"In the name of Heaven!" gasped Keep, "what's that ?" Down the terrace the butler was hastening toward them.