"Yes."
"Do sing. I never talk music; but I like it."
"Some old song," said Ben.
Singing
"Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine,"
I became conscious that Desmond was near me. With a perfectly pure voice he joined in the song:
"The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine."
As the tones of his voice floated through the room, I was where I saw the white sea-birds flashing between the blue deeps of our summer sea and sky, and the dark rocks that rose and dipped in the murmuring waves.
CHAPTER XXIX.
One pleasant afternoon Adelaide and I started on a walk. We must go through the crooked length of Norfolk Street, till we reached the outskirts of Belem, and its low fields not yet green; that was the fashionable promenade, she said. After the two o'clock dinner, Belem walked. All her acquaintances seemed to be in the street, so many bows were given and returned with ceremony. Nothing familiar was attempted, nothing beyond the courtliness of an artificial smile.