'Yes, it's very pretty, and I see the meaning of it; but Undine was always my favourite.'
'Of course, that's like you—lilies and pearls and souls and pure water. Sintram used to be mine; but I took a fancy to this when I was—ahem—rather down on my luck one time, and it did me good, it was so cheerful and sort of spiritual in its meaning, you know.'
Bess opened her blue eyes in wonder at this fancy of Dan's for anything 'spiritual'; but she only nodded, saying: 'Some of the little songs are sweet and might be set to music.'
Dan laughed; 'I used to sing the last one to a tune of my own sometimes at sunset:
'“Listening to celestial lays,
Bending thy unclouded gaze
On the pure and living light,
Thou art blest, Aslauga's Knight!”
'And I was,' he added, under his breath, as he glanced towards the sunshine dancing on the wall.
'This one suits you better now'; and glad to please him by her interest, Bess read in her soft voice:
'“Healfast, healfast, ye hero wounds;
O knight, be quickly strong!
Beloved strife
For fame and life,
Oh, tarry not too long!”'
'I'm no hero, never can be, and “fame and life” can't do much for me. Never mind, read me that paper, please. This knock on the head has made a regular fool of me.'
Dan's voice was gentle; but the light was gone out of his face now, and he moved restlessly as if the silken pillows were full of thorns. Seeing that his mood had changed, Bess quietly put down the book, took up the paper, and glanced along the columns for something to suit him.