Stay, and I will
sing to you."
She spoke in so low a tone of voice that no one else heard her. He was
quite willing. Where could he feel more at home than in this charming
drawing-room, with this beautiful girl, his old friend and playmate?
She bade adieu to her visitors, and then turned to him with such a smile
as might have lost or won Troy.
"I thought they would never go," she said; "and it seems to me that I
have barely exchanged one word with you yet, Norman."
"We have talked many hours," he returned, laughing.
"Ah, you count time by the old fashion, hours and minutes. I forget it
when I am talking to one I--to an old friend like you."
"You are enthusiastic," said Lord Arleigh, wondering at the light on the
splendid face.
"Nay, I am constant," she rejoined.
And for a few minutes after that silence reigned between them. Philippa
was the first to break it.
"Do you remember," she asked, "that you used to praise my voice, and
prophesy that I should sing well?"
"Yes, I remember," he replied.
"I have worked hard at my music," she continued, "in the hope of
pleasing you."
"In the hope of pleasing me?" he interrogated.
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