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.