The Broad Highway

"Charmian!" said I to myself when at length all was still,

"Charmian!" And I blew out my candle.

Outside, the souls of the unnumbered dead still rode the storm,

and the world was filled with their woeful lamentation. But, as

I lay in the dark, there came to me a faint perfume as of violets

at evening-time, elusive and very sweet, breathing of Charmian

herself; and putting up my hand, I touched the handkerchief that

bound my brow.

"Charmian!" said I to myself again, and so, fell asleep.