"You promise?"
"At once?"
She hung up the receiver, turned, and flung open the window.
Over the wet woods a rain-washed moon glittered; the long storm had passed.
An hour later, as she kneeled by the open window, her chin on her arms, watching for him, out of the shadow and into the full moonlight galloped a rider who drew bridle on the distant lawn, waving her a gay gesture of reassurance.
It was too far for her to call; she dared not descend fearing the dogs might wake the house.
And in answer to his confident salute, she lighted a candle, and, against the darkness, drew the fiery outline of a heart; then extinguishing the light, she sank back in her big chair, watching him as he settled in his stirrups for the night-long vigil that she meant to share with him till dawn.