"Where was that?"
"Behind the parsonage, that evening you went away from there;—I saw you in the water."
She laughed, and was quiet for a while.
"Let me hear that song."
Arne had never done such a thing before, but he repeated the song now:
"Fair Venevill bounded on lithesome feet
Her lover to meet," &c.[4]
Eli listened attentively, and stood silent long after he had finished. At last she exclaimed, "Ah, what a pity for her!"
"I feel as if I had not made that song myself," he said; and then stood like her, thinking over it.
"But that won't be my fate, I hope," she said, after a pause.
"No; I was thinking rather of myself."