Love, I will leave you never,
Faithful and true,
Ever to me precious to be,
Heart bound to heart,
Never to part,
Love, I will love you ever!”
She paused, and no one ventured to ask her to sing again. They wished to keep the last sweet strain in their hearts.
She turned her face up to the starry sky, and little by little they fell away from her side, comprehending that she preferred to be alone.
Soon no one was left but Laurier, and for some little time he kept silence. It was enough to be near her, to gaze on the lovely face upturned to the moonlit sky, to breathe the same air with her, and to wonder of what she was thinking with that pensive curve on her crimson lips, whether of her dead father, or a possible lover.
He started while a twinge of jealousy tore through his heart like red-hot iron. A lover! Oh, how he hated the thought!