midnights
Turnbull 's tawny eyebrows were pulled together with a peculiar frown of curiosity , and all at once he walked quickly across the lawn . MacIan sat rigid , but peered after him with open and parched lips . He saw the sight which either proved him sane or proved the whole universe half-witted ; he saw the man of flesh approach that beautiful phantom , saw their gestures of recognition , and saw them against the sunset joining hands . He could stand it no longer , but ran across to the path , turned the corner and saw standing quite palpable in the evening sunlight , talking with a casual grace to Turnbull , the face and figure which had filled his midnights with frightfully vivid or desperately half-forgotten features . She advanced quite pleasantly and coolly , and put out her hand . The moment that he touched it he knew that he was sane even if the solar system was crazy . She was entirely elegant and unembarrassed .