"The night has a thousand eyes."
Captain Brooke was turning over for her.
"That's very true," he said,
"'The mind has a thousand eyes,
The heart but one,'"
he repeated thoughtfully.
"Yes," she answered; "yet many people seem content with the one! I suppose all women used to be! Think what an awful fate, to look on life merely as a matter of sentiment! The thousand eyes are better, don't you think so?"
"I never tried," he answered simply.
The reply struck her as remarkable, but she had no time to reflect upon it, for Lance again struck in:
"Seems to me wonderful, with a profession of your own, that you should find time to learn to sing so beautifully," he said.
"The singing is my recreation," she replied, "the other my serious work."