The room within was in the full pour of the moon now straight above the huge skylight. She looked round, her heart beating wildly--not with fear, not with expectation, but with memory. From that bench there she had first seen him. There she had watched him making chocolate. There they had sat drinking it, she admiring the swift, vivid play of emotion upon his handsome face--and what interesting emotion!--so free--so simple--so strong--so genuine! She went to the bench, seated herself, stretched herself at full length--and sobbed. “Oh, if you only knew!” she cried. “I’m so different now! I’ve learned so much--and I love you--love you, Chang!” It thrilled and comforted her to speak out her heart without reserve in that place. She searched the room for some memento of him. In one of the wide chinks in the masonry of the chimney she found a pipe--an old, evil-smelling thing, its mouthpiece almost bitten through. She laughed and cried over it, touching it caressingly, making a face at its really fearful odor, but loving it none the less. She tore up an old newspaper, wrapped the pipe carefully to shut in that odor if possible. She sat on one of the rough, uncomfortable chairs and proceeded to live over every moment of her acquaintance with him--to recall all he had said and done and looked, all his little peculiarities of gesture and accent; to analyze his fascination for her--why she loved him--the thousand and one reasons in addition to the real reason--which, of course, was that he was Chang, the biggest and straightest and honestest man she had ever known, not even self-conscious enough to be modest. The moon crossed the skylight; the room faded into half darkness; the moon reappeared at the west window, high up in the wall. She dreamed on and on--the dreams with which she filled most of her waking moments when she was alone. When she remembered to look at her watch it was five minutes after three! She sprang up, took the note from her bosom, thrust it three quarters through the crack between the closet door and its frame, just above the lock. Would he get it that morning? Or, would it be several days before he came there? “I’ll go to the cascade two nights,” said she. “Then, if he doesn’t come, I’ll try some other way.”