After a pause:
"I thought the walls were so awful thick," he said, as if answering her question with all circumstance.
"Shall I light the candle again?"
"No, thank you," he said, sedately; "I can see the moon through the locust-tree."
She went to the window, and leaning her folded arms on the wide seat, she repeated softly, as she looked out:
"'And, like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapt in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,