John had been with us at dinner, but I had lost sight of him, and as I did not see Rachel either, my fancy saw them walking in the moonlight without.

For it was a warm evening, the windows were open, the stars bright, and people went in and out at their pleasure.

The flowers smelt sweetly in the dew, and the nightingales were singing.
There was a game of hide-and-seek on the lawn, and when the shrieks and laughter were subsiding, some one began to sing within.

Rachel was entertaining the old ladies and gentlemen, and the rovers flocked round the windows to listen.

I had sauntered with Captain Tyrrell into a grove to hear a nightingale, and I was weary to death of his company.