It seemed to them as if the whole world came with her as, rising to their feet instinctively, they waited beside the cool, dark pool, full of the black shadows of the yew tree, full also of marvellous moonlit depths going down and down into more and more light.
The air was heavy with the flower fragrance of the garden, the round moon, large, soft, mild, hung in the velvety sky, not a breath stirred in earth or heaven, her very footstep on the turf was silent.
"Which of you gave it me?" she asked. "You are so much alike, at first, that I forget."
They were silent, uncertain what to claim, what not to claim.
She smiled. "Is it a puzzle? You want me to find out; but really, I expect it came from you both."
"Yes, from us both," assented Ned.
Her eyes were on Ted's face, which was good indeed to look upon, but she turned swiftly to Ned.
"Ah! It was you, of course. Yes, it was you," she said, holding out the coin. He took it without a word.
"It seems a shame to go to bed this heavenly night, but you have to be up so early." There was regret in her voice.
"Why should we?" said Ned impulsively. "Let us roam the hills, I have done it before now, alone."