Such a night of stars! The gale had swept the heavens and thinned the upper air till the Milky Way was a wide white track strewn thick with jewels, and the greater lights shone large and close. As they sauntered in silence towards La Tour, their faces towards the stars among which their full hearts were ranging in glorious companionship, one of the lesser lights silently loosed its hold and dropped slowly from zenith to horizon, in a fiery groove that momentarily eclipsed all else. And while Graeme was still pressing to his heart the soft arm that lay in his, in silent enjoyment of the sight and at their sharing it, another star swung loose, and another, and another, till the glittering vault seemed laced with fiery trails and they stood in rapt admiration. "What a sight!" said Margaret softly. "I have never seen anything like that before." "Nor I. The very stars rejoice with us.... You have made me the happiest man in all the world this day, Margaret. I can hardly believe it is real ..." "I am real," she said, with a low warm little laugh. "And I am happy. Kiss me, Jock!" and he kissed her there under the falling stars, and she him, in a way that left no doubt as to what was in them, and the evening incense of the honeysuckle and hawthorn wafted fragrance all about them. There was still a tender touch of colour in the sky over the western sea as they came out on the Eperquerie. "When are you free, Margaret?" he asked,--the first word since they kissed in the lane. "I am twenty-one on New Year's Day." "Six whole months! How can we possibly wait all that time?" "Why should we?" she asked delightfully. "Undoubtedly--why should we?" he said, on fire with her charming readiness. "You are probably by this time ringed with legal pains and penalties, but they are all less than nothing." "What could they do?" "I believe they clap the male malefactor into prison----" "I will go with you." "I'm not sure if there are any married cells." "And how long would they keep us there?" "Till, in their opinion, I had purged my contempt, I believe." "And how long would that be?" "I've no idea. It probably depends on circumstances. Do you know that, until Lady Elspeth told me, I had rib idea that you had any money. It was rather a blow to me." "I don't see why." "But I told our old friend that if--well, if, you understand--I should insist on everything you had being settled on yourself." "You and Lady Elspeth seem to have discussed matters pretty freely," she said, with a laugh. "She's the dearest old lady in the world, and delights in mothering me. She got me in a corner that afternoon, and taxed me with coming to her house for reasons other than simply to see herself----" "And you----?" "I had to own up, of course, and then she crushed me by telling me that you were an heiress, and that Mr. Pixley probably had views of his own concerning you." "Which he had, but they happened not to coincide with mine, and so I came to Sark."