“William!”
“Yes. My husband.”
“True. I had forgotten.”
“But you will come again?”
Frank smiled a bon soir, and went home feeling as he never felt before. He did not own to himself he was in love, but he did own she was a most lovely creation.
Clara rallied him next morning on his silence.
“You seem but moody, brother mine; what change has clouded the spirit of your dream?”
“A spirit of beauty that ministered to my dreams last night.”
“In what shape did it come?”
“In the guise of a mermaid I suspect. Frank is very fond of such mysterious beings.” Edward laughed as he said it. Frank thought there was a little mischief in his cousin’s eye.