u like,
you know."

"All right, you go alone," he agreed.

Window after window sprang into light. "Ah!" murmured Cecily in
satisfaction; and Mina Zabriska saw the illumination from the terrace of
Merrion on the hill. Cecily rose, waved her hand to Harry, and ran off
into the house with a laugh. The next moment he saw her figure in the
first window; she threw it open, waved her hand again, and again
laughed; the moon, clear for a moment, shone on her face and turned it
pale.

He sat watching the lighted windows. From time to time she darted into
sight; once he heard the big window at the end facing the river flung
open, the next instant she was in sight at the other extremity of the
Gallery. Evidently she was running about, examining all the things. She
came to a window presently and cried, "I wish you'd come and tell me all
about it." "I don't think I will," he called back. "Oh, well----!" she
laughed impatiently, and disappeared. Minutes passed and he did not see
her again; she must have settled down somewhere, he supposed; or perhaps
her interest was exhausted and she had gone off to her father's room.
No, there she was, flitting past a window again. His reluctance gave way
before curiosity and attraction. Flinging away his cigar, he got up and
walked slowly into the house.

The passage outside the Gallery was dimly lighted, and the door of the
Gallery was open. Harry stood in the shadow unseen, watching intently
every movement of the girl's. She was looking at a case of miniatures
and medals, memorials of beauties and of warriors. She turned from them
to the picture of an Elizabethan countess, splendid in ruff and rich in
embroidery. She caught up a candle and held it over her head, up toward
the picture. Then setting the candle down she ran to the end window and
looked out on the night. Addie Tristram's tall arm-chair still stood by
the window. Cecily threw herself into it, sighing and stretching her
arms in a delighted weariness. Mina Zabriska could make out a figure in
the Long Gallery now.

Slowly and irresolutely Harry Tristram came in; Cecily's face was not
turned toward the door, and he stood unnoticed just within the
threshold. His eyes ranged round the room but came back to Cecily. She
was very quiet, but he saw her breast rise and fall in quick breathing.
She was stirred and moved. A strange agitation, an intensity of feeling,
came over him as he stood there motionless, everything seeming
motionless