She was evidently leaning right out, for the rustle of her dress and even her breathing could be heard.

Everything was stone-still, like the moon and its light and the shadows.

Prince Andrew, too, dared not stir, for fear of betraying his unintentional presence.

"Sonya! Sonya!" he again heard the first speaker.

" Oh, how can you sleep? Only look how glorious it is! Ah, how glorious! Do wake up, Sonya!" she said almost with tears in her voice.