Everything was quiet about them in the glorious night A little wind shivered among the trees that overhung the bridge. He pulled off his coat, tucking it carefully about her. As he did so, she opened her eyes, looking fully at him.
Almost immediately she took in the whole situation, and spoke.
"You're safe," she said contentedly.
She was always wonderful; but this was the crowning point of all the sensations she had ever given him. Through the wild exultation that filled him, he, as usual, thought first of her. For her sake he must be very calm.
"Oh, I'm all right," he said, in scorn of any idea of danger to himself. "But what about you?"
She smiled, a smile that lit up all her face and danced in her eyes. Directly he saw it, he knew she could have no vital hurt. The imp of mischief was in it.
"Bert, I've done it," she said.
"Done what?" he asked uncertainly.
"Moved the mountain."
He began to think she was wandering.