She was of those who say that they have no time for reading in the day, and who like to look up (or rather, to say afterwards they looked up) to find the solemn moon peering in at them.
To-night there was no solemn or otherwise disposed moon.
Fay's heart suddenly began to beat so wildly that it seemed as if she would suffocate.

What violent emotion was this which was flooding her, sweeping away all landmarks, covering, as by one great inrolling tidal wave, all the familiar country of her heart?
Whither was she being swept in the midst of this overwhelming roaring torrent?
Out to sea?
To some swift destruction?
Where?
Where?
She clutched the arm of the sofa and trembled.

She had known so many small emotions.

What was this?
And like a second wave on the top of the first a sea of recklessness broke over and engulfed her.

_What next ?_ She did not know.