"Well, I'll come in and see you here that afternoon about five and get your news. Is that all right?"
"Yes," said Henry. "Isn't it a wonderful night? I think I'll walk about a bit."
"You're going to look up at her window?"
Henry blushed, a thing he did very easily. "You can't see her window from the street," he said. "It's quite true I might go round that way."
Westcott went off laughing. The moon and Henry were left alone together.
[CHAPTER III]
MILLIE
Millicent Trenchard was at this time twenty-five years of age.