Chapter 39 No.39

Now is the pleasant time,

The cool, the silent, save where silence yields

To the night-warbling bird; that now awake,

Tunes sweetest her love-laboured song; now reigns

Full orbed the moon, and with more pleasing light

Shadowy, sets off the face of things.

-Milton

When Ellen came out of Alice's room again it was late in the afte