the trees, a song I had never heard before. The words were something like 'I think it is Love, I feel it is Love.' Her voice sounded far away, like a dream, but it was beautiful beyond all wordsas sweet as an infant's first smile, or the first gleam of the white cliffs when one is coming home after weary yearsa voice that seemed to fill one's whole being with peace and heavenly thoughtsListen!" she cried, breaking off again in her excitement. "That is her voice, and that's the very song!"
I could distinguish no words, but there was a dreamy sense of music in the air that seemed to grow ever louder and louder, as if coming nearer to us. We stood quite silent, and in another minute the two children appeared, coming straight towards us through an arched opening among the trees. Each had an arm round the other, and the setting sun shed a golden halo round their heads, like what one sees in pictures of saints. They were looking in our direction, but evidently did not see us, and I soon made out that Lady Muriel had for once passed into a condition familiar to
