Camilla assured her, from the gentleness of the sound, she must be mistaken; and pressed her to advance a few steps further, in case it should be anybody ill.
'But you know,' said Miss Dennel, speaking low, 'people say that sometimes there are noises in the air, without its being anybody? Suppose it should be that?'
Still, though almost imperceptibly, Camilla drew her on, till, again listening, they distinctly heard the words, 'My lovely friend.'
'La! how pretty!' said Miss Dennel; 'let's go a little nearer.'
They advanced, and presently, again stopping heard, 'Could pity pour balm into my woes, how sweetly would they be alleviated by your's, my lovely friend?'
Miss Dennel now looked enchanted, and eagerly led the way herself.
In a few minutes, arriving at the end of the lane, which opened upon a wild and romantic common, they caught a glimpse of a figure in white.
Miss Dennel turned pale. 'Dear!' cried she, in the lowest whisper, 'what is it?'
'A lady,' answered Camilla, equally cautious not to be heard, though totally without alarm.
'Are you sure of that?' said Miss Dennel, shrinking back, and pulling her companion to accompany her.