"You worry me, Sidney Trove," said she, looking off at the moonlit fields.
Then came a silence full of secret things, like the silences of their first meeting, there by the same gate, long ago. This one, however, had a vibration that seemed to sting them.
"I am sorry," said he, with a sigh.
Another silence in which the heart of the girl was feeling for the secret in his.
"You are so sad, so different," she whispered.
Polly waited full half a minute for his answer. Then she touched her eyes with her handkerchief, turned impatiently, and went halfway to the door. Darrel caught her hand, drawing her near him.
"Give me thy hand, boy," said he to Trove, now on his way to the door.
He stood with his arms around the two.
"Every shadow hath the wings o' light," he whispered. "Listen."
The house rang with laughter and the music of Money Musk.