ssionate past. A strange impulse seized him to
follow the phantom further, but he was shivering with the penetrating
dampness to which he had been long exposed, and instead he continued
his way toward his room.

Had he obeyed his impulse, he would soon have overtaken the living form
which he imagined to be an apparition of the mind. Felicity did not
keep straight ahead, however, to the westward, but paused at the brow
of the hill, breathing deep after her long climb, conscious that the
rapid beating of her heart was not wholly due to her recent exertion.
It was the prospect of a meeting now imminent that caused the painful
tumult in her side and the widening of her dark eyes as she looked up
at the saffron blur which marked the position of the moon. Yet there
was resolution in her step as she turned southward and took the road
that passed between the college and the cliff. In spite of the long
thaw, the gravelled track was firm beneath her feet, and she walked
rapidly in the direction of the Hall, her face pale and set, her warm
breath mingling with the swirling mist.

Leigh was also progressing in the same direction by the almost parallel
path between the maples, but somewhat in advance of Felicity, inasmuch
as she had climbed to the very summit of the hill before turning, while
the course he took extended diagonally across the campus from a point
further down. Thus it happened that he had gained his rooms by the
time she came opposite his western windows. As she glanced up at them
in passing, their location in the wall became more clearly defined by
the appearance of a glimmering light within. She saw Leigh, with his
hat and coat still on, come from his eastern room, holding a candle in
his hand. He stood under the chandelier, raised the candle, and
lighted the jets of gas. Then he advanced to the windows, and pulled
the curtains down with a decisive motion, that expressed his inward
determination to shut out all ghostly imaginings with the night.

Felicity stood for some time regarding the yellow squares in the murky
expanse of the wall. She reflected that he might have been very near
her in the mist but a few moments before, since he must have entered
the grounds by the maple walk. The other path, by the bishop's statue
and across the fields, was seldom used in winter, and was now
impracticable because of the soggy condition of the turf. The possible
results of the meeting, which had evidently been avo