"O, Mrs. Lenoir!"
"As I hope you will be soon, I will make you a prettier dress than this."
"It's not possible--nothing could be prettier."
"Charles--your lover, Lizzie--is not much older than you."
"Oh, yes, he is; ever so much! I am nearly nineteen; he is twenty-three."
"He truly loves you, Lizzie?"
"Truly, truly. I think no one ever loved as much. Am I not a fortunate girl! When I am working--you don't mind my rattling on?"
"Say what is in your heart, Lizzie."
"When I am at work, I whisper to myself, 'Charlie! Charlie!' and I talk to him just as though he was next to me. And Charlie tells me he does the same by me--so that we're always together. The moon is shining through the window, Mrs. Lenoir. Is it a watery moon? Go and see if it is sure to be fine to morrow."
Mrs. Lenoir goes to the window and draws the curtain aside. A shudder passes over her as she sees how bright and clear and beautiful the night is.