"You sang it as I've never heard it sung before." Arkwright shook his head slowly.
"The inspiration of the room--that is all,", he said.

"It is a beautiful song.

All of your songs are beautiful." Billy blushed rosily.
"Thank you.

You know--more of them, then ?" "I think I know them all--unless you have some new ones out.

Have you some new ones, lately ?" Billy shook her head.
"No; I haven't written anything since last spring." "But you're going to ?" She drew a long sigh.
"Yes, oh, yes.