They reached the gate, and Mr. Carlyle was about to pass out of it when
Barbara laid her hand on his arm to detain him, and spoke in a timid
voice,--

"Archibald!"

"What is it?"

"I have not said a word of thanks to you for this," she said,
touching the chain and locket; "my tongue seemed tied. Do not deem me
ungrateful."

"You foolish girl! It is not worth them. There! Now I am paid.
Good-night, Barbara."

He had bent down and kissed her cheek, swung through the gate, laughing,
and strode away. "Don't say I never gave you anything," he turned his
head round to say, "Good-night."

All her veins were tingling, all her pulses beating; her heart was
throbbing with its sense of bliss. He had never kissed her, that she
could remember, since she was a child. And when she returned indoors,
her spirits were so extravagantly high that Mrs. Hare wondered.

"Ring for the lamp, Barbara, and you can get to your work. But don't
have the shutters closed; I like to look out on these light nights."

Barbara, however, did not get to her work; she also, perhaps, liked
"looking out on a light night," for she sat down at the window. She