"Not now—no more now."
And we heard her shutting up the stops and closing the organ lid.
"But my little Muriel has not finished her tune?"
"She will, some day," said the child.
So she came down from the organ-loft, feeling her way along the aisles; and we all went out together, locking the church-door.
Lord Ravenel was rather sad that night; he was going away from Luxmore for some time. We guessed why—because the earl was coming. Bidding us good-bye, he said, mournfully, to his little pet, "I wish I were not leaving you. Will you remember me, Muriel?"
"Stoop down; I want to see you."
This was her phrase for a way she had of passing her extremely sensitive fingers over the faces of those she liked. After which she always said she "saw" them.
"Yes; I shall remember you."
"And love me?"