Her honest, lustrous, grey eyes sparkled with fun, while a little ripple of silvery laughter came occasionally from the rosebud-parted coral lips! We chatted merrily, exchanging notes touching the enjoyments of the evening.
We gradually approached her door.

I was telling her that, instead of mere days, I seemed to have known her for years and could not affect to treat her as a stranger.
She said that she looked upon me almost as an old friend already.
I asked her if she would let me abandon the formal appellation of "Miss Clyde," and call her "Min ?" She said, "Yes." I asked her then, ere the door opened, on wishing her "good-bye," with a lingering hand-clasp, whether she would not call me by my Christian name, too?
She gently whispered, "Frank"-- so softly, so faintly, that the night- wind, sighing by, could not catch the accents and bear the sound to alien ears; but _I_ heard it, and my heart throbbed in a delirious tempest of happiness; I lost my senses almost: my head swam in a whirlwind of tumultuous joy: I was intoxicated with ecstasy! "Good-night, Frank!" I heard her dear, sweet voice whispering, like strains of music in my heart, as I went homewards.

I seemed to feel her warm violet breath still on my cheek.

I could fancy I yet gazed into the star-depths of her soul-speaking, deep, grey eyes.
"Good-night, Frank!" The words sang in my ears all night, and I slept in fairyland..