she wished him to go on playing a little later her father and mother had come through the trees she had held up her hand bidding them be silent could see by the way they listened that they were so he was invited to the villa which stood in the centre of the park and till the end of his holiday he went there every day the girl � was her beautiful name � was an exquisite they had played in the room hung with faded or by the sunshine they had walked in the park when asked him what they said he answered simply we said that we loved each other but when he returned to three months later all was changed when he spoke of their marriage she laughed the question away and he perceived that his visits were not desired on returning to england all his letters were returned to by him soon after she married a clergyman and last year she had had a he sat absorbed in the memory of this passion and and the garden were perceived in glimpses between scenes of youthful and romantic he remembered how he had threatened to throw himself from her window for no other reason except the desire of romantic action and while he sat absorbed in the past watched him nervous and irritated striving to read in his face how much of the burden had fallen from him and how free his heart might be to accept another love story as he sat in the garden imder the calm tree he dreamed of a reconciliation with he even on the effect that the score of his opera would have upon her if he were to send it � all that music composed in her honour but which opera not and the fairy maiden for a great deal of it was crude thin absurd no he could not send it but he might send yes he would send when he had finished it to arrive suddenly from england to cast himself at her feet � that might move her then with a sigh these are things we dream of he thought but never do only in dreams do men set forth in quest of the ideal he looked up s eyes were fixed on him and he felt like returning home after his voyage to the wondrous they saw the footman coming across the green he had come to tell her that mr was waiting for her she was taking him to st joseph s but there was not room in the victoria for three and would have to go back to london by train but you will come and see me soon you promised to go through the music with me will you come to morrow her clear delightful eyes were fixed upon him he felt for the first time the thrill of her personality their light caused him to hesitate and then to accept her invitation eagerly he heard her remind her father that he had promised to come to night to hear her sing elizabeth he would be there too he would see her to night as well by and he stood watching the beautiful horses bearing father and daughter swiftly away the shady street under a bright sky and the bloom of the trees was shedding its ie dust he thought of and and a delicious little breeze sent a shower of bloom about his feet as if to remind him of the pathos of the passing illusion of which we are a part he stood watching the carriage and the happiness and the sorrow of things choked him when he turned away she was happy with her father and she felt that he loved her better than any lover the unique experience of taking him to st joseph s in her carriage and the event of singing to him that night at garden absorbed her and she in her happiness like a beautiful rose never had she been so happy she was happier than she the thought passed like a little shadow and a moment after all was brightness again her father was the real love of her life the rest was mere excitement and she wondered why she sought it it only made her unhappy was right � but she did not wish to think of him on the steps of st joseph s she bade her father and remained looking back till she could see him no more then she settled herself comfortably imder her intent on the enjoyment of their reconciliation the two days she had spent with him looked back upon her like a dream from which she had only just awakened as in a dream there were outlines and places where the line seemed to have so faded that she could no longer trace it the most distinct picture was when she stood her hand affectionately laid on his shoulder singing s music she had forgotten the music and himself but her father how near she was to him in all her sympathies and instincts i another moment equally distinct was when she had looked up and seen him in the choir conducting with calm skill he was coming to night to hear her sing elizabeth that was the great event for without his approval all the newspapers in the world were as nothing at least to her she a little to herself to see if she were in voice to convince him that she sang as well as mother was out of the question but she might be able to convince him by that she could do something that mother could not have done it was strange that she always thought of mother in connection with her voice the other singers did not seem to matter they might sing better or worse but the sense of was not so intimate the carriage crossed westminster bridge and as 