"Always—and we won't have any secrets from each other, Janey."
She smiled faintly. Her brother always amused her when he spoke of secrets.
There was silence for some minutes. The moon was leaving the window, climbing high among the stars. A little wind began to flutter round Sparrow Hall, whispering and throbbing.
"I'm tired," said Janey.
"You must go to bed."
"Yes."
"And you'll dream of the life you and I are going to live together—of success for me, and happiness for you."
She rose and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Good-night, lad."
"Good-night. I think I'm going to bed too. I think I can sleep to-night. But before we go we must drink a toast, Janey."