moon rising at the end of the street, and with the brightness of the electric light giving an air of garish gaiety to the scene. Pheasant felt that it must last for ever. She could not believe that to-morrow it would be all over, and they would be going back to Jalna, facing the difficulties there.
From their room there was quite an expanse of sky visible. Piers threw the window open and the moon seemed then to stare in at them.
They stood together at the window looking up at it.
"The same old moon that used to shine down on us in the woods," Piers said.
"It seems ages ago."
"Yes. How do you feel? Tired? Sleepy?"
"Not sleepy. But a little tired."
"Poor little girl!"
He put his arms about her and held her close to him. His whole being seemed melting into tenderness toward her. At the same time his blood was singing in his ears the song of possessive love.
