Music was the worst remedy she could have tried to quiet the disturbance in his soul; for its voice evoked ghosts of the past.
"I am really tired, Lily," said he; and, affecting a drowsiness he did not feel, he proposed retiring for the night.
The chamber was beautiful with the moon shining through its rose-tinted drapery, and the murmur of the ocean was a soothing lullaby.

But it was long before either of them slept; and when they slumbered, the same voice went singing through their dreams.

He was in the flowery parlor at New Orleans, listening to "The Light of other Days"; and she was following a veiled shadow through a strange garden, hearing the intermingled tones of "Norma" and "Toll the bell." It was late in the morning when she awoke.

Gerald was gone, but a bouquet of fragrant flowers lay on the pillow beside her.

Her dressing-gown was on a chair by the bedside, and Venus sat at the window sewing.
"Where is Mr.Fitzgerald ?" she inquired.
"He said he war gwine to turrer plantation on business.