Basil's voice quavered, and he seized her hand across the table.

Teresa looked at him strangely, and was silent. She smiled as he filled her glass again with the topaz-coloured wine, and gazed out dreamily over the street. The black night, mysterious and ominous, with the roll of thunder coming nearer, seemed now to have left only a core of radiance about them. The low clouds, the flaring lightning, all threats, all uncertainties, pressed in upon the sensuous dream, and seemed to concentrate it into an infinite moment, inexpressibly sweet.