At that moment Evelyn laid her hand on Louise's arm, and a light seemed to burst into her face.
"Listen!" she said, "listen to the bird! Don't you hear him?"
"Hear what, dear?"
"The bird in the branches singing the song that leads Siegfried to
Brunnhilde."
"A bird singing Wagner?"
"Well, what more natural than that a bird should sing his own song?"
"But no bird—" A look of wonder, mingled with fear, came into
Louise's face.
"If you listen, Louise." In the silence of the wood Louise heard somebody whistling Wagner's music. "Don't you hear it?"
Louise did not answer at once. Had she caught some of Evelyn's madness… or was she in an enchanted garden?
"It is a boy in the park, or one of the nuns."