He put up his eyeglass to watch the greeting between Mr. Julius Berend and Lady Anstiss Carlyon.
"Lady Lomond tells me it is almost a settled thing," he remarked. "And, after all, Anstiss might do a good deal worse. Berend will never stop half way; he is bound to reach the top of the tree."
"SHE LIFTED HER EYES TO HIS, AND HE SAW THAT HE HAD WON HER."
[LITTLE MAID]
You've crept in the dusk to my knee, little maid,
And you've something you want to ask me, little maid.
In your babyland eyes
I'm so clever and wise,
And you're certain as certain can be, little maid,
If there's anyone knows what is right, little maid,
It is I—you are sure of that quite, little maid;
And I wish, pretty elf,
I believed in myself
As you do in me, dear, to-night, little maid.
You have heard that the angels have wings, little maid.
Was it wisdom to tell you such things, little maid?
You're too sweet and too small
Yet to understand all
Or one half the surprises time brings, little maid.
But you've heard and are anxious to know, little maid,
If sleepy at bedtime they grow, little maid,
If they take off their wings
With their everyday things,
When to by-bye in heaven they go, little maid.