"It was kind to think so much of me." "Of whom should I think, if not of you ?" she inquired.
There were both love and reproach in her voice--he heard neither.

Had he been as vain as he was proud, he would have been quicker to detect her love for himself.
The windows had been opened because the evening air was so clear and sweet; it came in now, and seemed to give the flowers a sweeter fragrance.

Lord Arleigh drew his chair to the piano.
"I want you only to listen," she said.

"You will have no turning over to do for me; the songs I love best I know by heart.

Shut your eyes, Norman, and dream." "I shall dream more vividly if I keep them open and look at you," he returned.
Then in a few minutes he began to think he must be in dream-land--the rich, sweet voice, so clear, so soft, so low, was filling the room with sweetest music.