Jennette Lee

“ But suddenly she found herself awake, the moonlight streaming into the room. She got up and went to the window. The whole landscape lay in the softened light—like some other world. The terrace was vacant—only the two chairs where the smokers had sat, stood near together in friendly relation. There was no sign of life in the world. ”

“ Only by the intuition that guides all creative life and work did she know she was coming close to a moment when she must yield herself, and at the same time must guide with steady hand forces more powerful than herself to a successful issue. . . . She did not say these things to herself; she did not think them. She only stood in the moonlight, looking down at the quiet world and steadying herself to it. ”

“ The library window was lighted and the curtains were not drawn.
She threw on a wrapper and went swiftly down the stairs, her feet noiseless in the soft slippers she wore. . . . The wide hall lay in the moonlight—no sign of life, and the library door was closed. She moved to it without sound and stood listening. The thick doors gave no hint of what was happening in the room behind them. She retraced her steps quickly to her room. She would dress and go down outside. ”