The moon was rising and the harbour was a tossing expanse of silver waves . The mellow light fell on a tall figure lurking at the angle of the road that led past the Shelley cottage . Nora saw and recognized it . She flew down the sandy slope with outstretched hands . `` Rob -- Rob ! '' `` Nora ! '' he said huskily , holding out his hand . But she flung herself on his breast and clung to him , half laughing , half crying . `` Oh , Rob ! I 've been looking for you all the evening . Every time there was a step I said to myself , ` That is Rob , now . ' And when the door opened to let in another , my heart died within me . I dared not even ask after you for fear of what they might tell me . Why did n't you come ? '' `` I did n't know that I 'd be welcome , '' he whispered , holding her closer to him . `` I 've been hanging about thinking to get a glimpse of you unbeknown . I thought maybe you would n't want to see me tonight . '' `` Not want to see you ! Oh , Rob , this evening at Dalveigh , when I looked across to Racicot , it was you I thought of before all -- even before Mother . '' She drew back and looked at him with her soul in her eyes .
`` What a splendid fellow you are -- how handsome you are , XXXXX ! ''
Dalveigh Mother Nora Racicot Rob evening hands harbour moon tonight