34/34 'To me, believe, it is all very like a dream. O, it was kind of you to come! You can't think,' she added, with only apparent irrelevance, 'how often I have recalled your beautiful singing; I have always thought of you with gratitude for that deep pleasure you gave me.' 'O, you shall hear me sing again!' laughed Beatrice. 'Ask Mr.Athel to tell you something about that. Indeed, it must be good-bye.' They took each other's hands, but for Emily it was not sufficient; she stepped nearer, offering her lips. |