Apparently, however, the young people were without self-consciousness....
“Out went the taper, as she hurried in:
Its little smoke in pallid moonshine died——”
Evans looked up. “Could there be anything lovelier than that last line?”
Jane’s eyes had dreams in them. “Don’t stop,” she said.
He read on.... “She closed the door ...” his voice took now a deeper note.
“Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest,
And on her silver cross soft amethyst,
And on her hair a glory like a saint:
She seemed a splendid angel, newly drest,