"How many are there?"
"Oh, I don't know. Their voices make a sweet, confused sound like bird music before dawn. I couldn't even guess how many children are playing there."
"Are any among them those children you once saw here?—the children who pleaded with you—"
She did not answer. He tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her nearer; and she laid her cheek against his shoulder.
"Yes," she said, "they are there."
"You know their voices?"
"Yes, dearest."
"Will they come again into the garden?"
Her face flushed deeply: