“That you could write such a song without effort, shows you to possess the bird-gift of spontaneity.”
Walter was surprised at her talk, and willing to believe it profound.
“The will and the deed in one may be the highest art!” he said. “I hardly know.”
“May I write music to it?” asked Lady Lufa, with upward glance, sweet smile, and gently apologetic look.
“I am delighted you should think of doing so. It is more than it deserves!” answered Walter. “My only condition is, that you will let me hear it.”
“That you have a right to. Besides, I dared not publish it without knowing you liked it.”
“Thank you so much! To hear you sing it will let me know at once whether the song itself be genuine.”
“No, no! I may fail in my part, and yours be all I take it to be. But I shall not fail. It holds me too fast for that!”
“Then I may hope for a summons?” said Walter, rising.
“Before long. One can not order the mood, you know!”