"Yes, my lord." A slight surprise broke through the respectful acceptance of the order.
"It was lighted last for my mother, months ago,"
Harry said, as though he were explaining his servant's surprise. "She sat there the last evening before she took to her room."
"Is that why you haven't taken me there?"
"I expect it is." His tone was not very confident.
"And you don't much want to now?"
"No, I don't know that I do." But his reluctance seemed vague and weak.
"Oh, I must go," Cecily decided, "but you needn't come unless you like, you know."
"All right, you go alone," he agreed.
Window after window sprang into light. "Ah!" murmured Cecily in satisfaction; and Mina Zabriska saw the illumination from the terrace of Merrion on the hill. Cecily rose, waved her hand to Harry, and ran off into the house with a laugh. The next moment he saw her figure in the first window; she threw it open, waved her hand again, and again laughed; the moon, clear for a moment, shone on her face and turned it pale.