He paused, a new thought in his eyes.
“Beta!”
“Well?”
“You don't find Mendelssohn's ‘Wedding March,’ do you? Look, dearest, see if you can find it. Perhaps it may be there. If so--”
She eyed him, her gaze widening.
“You mean?”
He nodded.
“Just so! Perhaps, after all, you and I can--”
“Oh, come and help me look for it, Allan!” she cried enthusiastic as a child in the joy of his new inspiration. “If we only could find it, wouldn't that be glorious?”
Eagerly they searched together.