“So far well, then. Good-night;” and I moved a pace or two away.
“Where are you going?”
“I shall be out here all night within call. And you have Chris.” She looked at me in the moonlight and our eyes met.
“Why do I trust you, Burgwan?” I started with pleasure.
“It doesn’t matter so long as you do. Good-night.”
“It is a shame for you to have to stay there all night; but I shall feel safe if you do.”
“It’s all right.” I was smitten suddenly with nervousness and answered brusquely.
“I shall sleep, Burgwan. Good-night.”
Her tone had a touch of gentle confidence, and I thought she smiled. But I did not look straight at her and made no reply.
In one way she was a witch, truly enough; she had cast over me a spell which made me feel to her as I had never felt toward any other woman; and I leaned back against the wall with my arms folded thinking, thinking, aye, and dreaming, for all that I was full awake and my every sense alert and vigilant on my watch.