But I know--ah,
thank God!--I know it to be true."
CHAPTER XXXVIII
PERPETUAL LIGHT
Moonlight on the terrace--silvery, white, serene. Garth and Jane had
stepped out into the brightness; and, finding the night so warm and
still, and the nightingales filling the woods and hills with soft-
throated music, they moved their usual fireside chairs close to the
parapet, and sat there in restful comfort, listening to the sweet
sounds of the quiet night.
The solitude was so perfect; the restfulness so complete. Garth had
removed the cushion seat from his chair, and placed it on the
gravel; and sat at his wife's feet leaning against her knees. She
stroked his hair and brow softly, as they talked; and every now and
then he put up his hand, drew hers to his lips, and kissed the ring
he had never seen.
Long tender silences fell between them. Now that they were at last
alone, thoughts too deep, joys too sacred for words, trembled about
them; and silence seemed to express more than speech.
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