Silently sighing;
He forgets, in that noisy din,
That she is dying."
"There is another verse," I called out, for Rose had ceased.
"I know, there is," she said, "but I cannot recollect it. Only its purport!"
"Try, try," exclaimed Adeline; "sing it all."
Rose looked round, astonished at the anxious tone, as was I. What was the matter with her?--she who never took interest in anything.
"Mary Carr," said Rose, "do you recollect the last verse?"
"Not a word of it."
Rose struck the notes of the chant upon the piano, murmuring some words to herself, and stopping now and then. Presently she burst out, something after the manner of an improvisatrice--