"But what oddness! How much of singularity! That I might lose, not the words alone, but the tune alsothat is quite curious, I suppose?"
We all supposed it, heartily.
"It was that sweet little boy, who found it for me," the Count suggested. "Quite perhaps he is the thief?"
"Of course he is!" cried Lady Muriel. "Bruno! Where are you, my darling?"
But no Bruno replied: It seemed that the two children had vanished as suddenly, and as mysteriously, as the song.
"They are playing us a trick!" Lady Muriel gaily exclaimed. "This is only an ex tempore game of Hide-and-Seek! That little Bruno is an embodied Mischief!"
The suggestion was a welcome one to most of us, for some of the guests were beginning to look decidedly uneasy. A general search was set on foot with much enthusiasm: curtains were thrown back and shaken, cupboards opened, and ottomans turned over; but the number of possible hiding-places proved to be strictly limited; and the search came to an end almost as soon as it had begun.
