It is always beautiful.
Listen to it now, just sighing in the branches of those tall trees.
Could any music be sweeter or softer ?" "No," he replied, and then added, "The time and the scene embolden me, Philippa; there is something that I wish to say to you--something that I long have wished to say.

Will you hear it now ?" A tremor like that of the leaves in the wind seemed to pass over her.
There was a startled expression in the dark eyes, a quiver of the crimson lips.

Was it coming at last--this for which she had longed all her life?
She controlled all outward signs of emotion and turned to him quite calmly.
"I am always ready to listen to you, Norman, and to hear what you have to say." "You see, Philippa, the starlight makes me bold.

If we were in that brilliantly-lighted drawing-room of yours, I should probably hesitate long before speaking plainly, as I am going to do now." He saw her clasp her hands tightly, but he had no key to what was passing in her mind.

He drew nearer to her.
"You know, Philippa," he began, "that I have always been fond of you.