Good-night!" He passed out on to the lawn, and vanished.
The young man sat unmoving; the glow of the fire had caught his face, so that a spirit seemed clinging round his lips, gleaming out of his eyes.
Suddenly he said: "Do you believe that, Mrs.Noel ?" For answer Audrey Noel smiled, then rose and went over to the window.
"Look at my dear toad! It comes here every evening!" On a flagstone of the verandah, in the centre of the stream of lamplight, sat a little golden toad.

As Miltoun came to look, it waddled to one side, and vanished.
"How peaceful your garden is!" he said; then taking her hand, he very gently raised it to his lips, and followed his opponent out into the darkness.
Truly peace brooded over that garden.

The Night seemed listening--all lights out, all hearts at rest.

It watched, with a little white star for every tree, and roof, and slumbering tired flower, as a mother watches her sleeping child, leaning above him and counting with her love every hair of his head, and all his tiny tremors.
Argument seemed child's babble indeed under the smile of Night.

And the face of the woman, left alone at her window, was a little like the face of this warm, sweet night.