The grass was yet warm from the day-long sun, and when he entered the pines that surrounded the schoolhouse, they had scarcely yet lost their spicy heat.

The moon, riding high, filled the dark aisles with a delicious twilight that lent itself to his waking dreams.

It was not long before to-morrow; he could easily manage to bring her here in the grove at recess, and would speak with her there.

It did not occur to him what he should say, or why he should say it; it did not occur to him that he had no other provocation than her eyes, her conscious manner, her eloquent silence, and her admission that she had expected him.

It did not occur to him that all this was inconsistent with what he knew of her antecedents, her character, and her habits.