But at the sound of wheels in the avenue, she turned slightly, and
looked down. Her face was fair and delicate and pure in the moonlight,
and her eyes shone darkly bright.

She turned, and looked down, and her eyes met John's.

"Given the hour and the place, I wonder whether I ought to bow," he
thought.

Before he could make up his mind, however, his hand had automatically
raised his hat.

She inclined her head in acknowledgment, and something softly changed in
her face.

"She smiled!" he said, and caught his breath, with a kind of astonished
exultancy.

That soft change in her face came and went and came again through all
his dreams.




PART THIRD