'The cuckoo—listen!' said Dulcie, pausing in her walk.
'His note is, I believe, a call to love,' said Finella softly.
'The male only uses it; and see, yonder he sits on a bare bough.'
'You can wish: one can do so when they hear the cuckoo.'
'And wish, as I often do, in vain,' said Dulcie, with a tone of sadness unconsciously.
'For what?'
'To hear from one who is far—far away from me; the only friend I have in the world.'
'He of whom you spoke some time ago—a brother.'
'I have no brother, nor a relation on this side of the grave, Miss Melfort.'
'Call me Finella,' said the latter, again struck by Dulcie's desolate tone. 'Who is it—a lover?' she added, becoming, of course, deeply interested.