And I will pledge with mine."
She was wide awake suddenly and looking wide-eyed toward the open windows.
"Leave but a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine."
Her heart beat fast and she pressed her hand over her eyes, every faculty absorbed in listening to the melting loveliness of the voice.
Last night she would have knelt happily by the open window and called out a hushed "Bravo," to the singer.
Now she lay perfectly still after the song ceased.
"It is because there isn't any other girl here," she reflected. "He is a fashionable man with countless friends. I am a dancing-teacher whom he forgets in town and always will forget.—That's the most beautiful voice in the world," she thought with swift irrelevance; but Edgar, looking up at the windows, saw only blankness. He smiled to himself. He felt that she was not asleep.
The moon shed a wondrous luminous glow in the clear heavens as it sailed above him. The "man" looked into vast space as though no such hilarity as that of his earlier mood had been possible.
Edgar sang again. The higher the range of the song, with the more ease did his voice thrill the still night.