“Lovely, is n’t it?” she said at last.
“What is?”
“The sky, of course.”
“Yes.”
After a silence she said: “I’ve never seen so many stars before; have you?”
“Yes,” he said, slowly, “there was one more last night,—mine!”
“Yours?”
“Yes.”
There was another pause,—a long one. She was looking at a little star that was shining very faintly low in the sky. Finally she said, softly, “Show me your verses.”
“I cannot,” he said, almost in a whisper.