‘It would serve you right if I said yes,’ admonished Mrs. Rossall. ‘In the first place you had no business to be reading it—’
‘I will go,’ Wilfrid said, rising with an effort.
‘No, no; it will do to-morrow.’
‘May as well get it now,’ he said indifferently, and went out by the window.
That part of the garden through which he walked lay in the shadow of the house; the sky was full of moonlight, but the moon itself was still low. A pathway between laurels led to the summer-house. Just short of the little building, he passed the edge of shade, and, before entering, turned to view the bright crescent as it hung just above the house-roof. Gazing at the forms of silvered cloud floating on blue depths, he heard a movement immediately behind him; he turned, to behold Emily standing in the doorw
