A man tarries to listen.

Well if he be not lost in listening! With a sigh Nell moved across the room and flung the window open.

The loiterers were gone, all was still, only the stars looked in, only the sweet scent of the night made a new companion.
"It's like a night at Hatchstead," she whispered.

"Do you remember how we walked there together?
It smelt as it smells to-night.

It's so long ago!" She came quickly towards me and asked "Do you hate me now ?" but did not wait for the answer.