And the moonlight shone full on Audrey's upturned face, as she stood talking to her lover, and the silken folds of her dress and her soft furred cloak and hood looked almost of unearthly whiteness. In Michael's bewildered eyes she seemed invested at the present moment with some new and regal beauty; but her light musical laugh dispelled the illusion. 'Why, Michael, what has become of father?' 'He was tired, and went off to bed more than an hour ago. I hope you do not object to his deputy. I suppose you are not coming in, Blake, as it is so late?' 'Of course he is not,' returned Audrey in a tone that allowed of no appeal. 'He has early work to-morrow, and must get as much rest as he can. Good-night, Cyril; we have had a delightful evening, have we not?' And to this Cyril responded gaily--for it was not possible there could be any lingering adieus before Michael; and as Cyril ran down the terrace Audrey waited until Michael had fastened the door, and then accompanied him to the study. 'How nice and warm it is!' she observed in a pleased tone. 'You always keep up such a splendid fire.' 'I am a chilly mortal, you know, and these March nights have a touch of December in them.' 'Yes; it is quite frosty.' And Audrey threw back her hood and cloak and sat down in Dr. Ross's favourite chair. 'Had she any idea how like a picture she looked,' Michael wondered, 'with all those soft white draperies about her, and the sparkling cross upon her neck?' Then he turned away his head with a mute sensation of pain. How happy, how very happy, she looked! 'We have had such a nice evening, she began in her most animated manner; 'everything was so well arranged. There was a dinner-party first, which was followed by what they called a Cinderella dance; but actually they do not mean to break up for another hour and a half. Mrs. Charrington was quite annoyed because we came home so early.' 'And you enjoyed yourself?' 'Oh, immensely! I waltzed twice with Cyril. Do you know, he dances splendidly--he was certainly my best partner.' 'Yes; he looks as though he would dance well. Would you believe it, Audrey, that when I was a youngster I was considered a good dancer, too? It is rather droll to remember that now.' 'I can very easily believe it--you do everything well, Michael.' 'Pshaw!' And then Michael added, with a pretended yawn: 'I think I could sleep well, though.' But Audrey refused to take this very broad hint. 'What a hurry you are in! And I have not warmed myself yet. Do stay a little longer, Michael. I so seldom get you to myself.' 'But it is very late,' he returned, unwilling to yield. 'I will only keep you a few minutes,' she replied eagerly; 'but I want to tell you something.' Then he was obliged to sit down again.