In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear—
And the name of the secret is Love!”
And then Bruno joined in again with
“For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I’m sure it is nothing but Love!”
“That are pretty!” the little fellow exclaimed, as the children passed us—so closely that we drew back a little to make room for them, and it seemed we had only to reach out a hand to touch them: but this we did not attempt.
“No use to try and stop them!” I said, as they passed away into the shadows. “Why, they could not even see us!”
“No use at all,” Lady Muriel echoed with a sigh. “One would like to meet them again, in living form! But I feel, somehow, that can never be. They have passed out of our lives!” She sighed again; and no more was said, till we came out into the main road, at a point near my lodgings.
“Well, I will leave you here,” she said. “I want to get back before dark: and I have a cottage-friend to visit, first. Good night, dear friend! Let us see you soon—and often!” she added, with an affectionate warmth that went to my very heart. “For those are few we hold as dear!”