"I don't suppose they would care for unaccompanied songs."
"Could you sing 'The Last Rose of Summer?'" he asked with a smile.
Meg could not interpret the smile. There was almost a look of mischief in it.
She flushed.
"I'd a deal rather not," she stammered.
"Rather not? But it is one of my favourite songs. I wonder now why you dislike it."
"I don't dislike it, but I made up my mind I'd never sing it again. You see I told you it brought Jem to me, and I turned my back on him. I couldn't sing it again. I hate the song."
"And if it brought him again would you still hate it?"
"How could I?" said Meg quietly. There was a tone in her voice which Mr. Wentworth noticed and interpreted.
He rose.