I looked up and met his eyes fixed upon, me with a steady and earnest regard.

A shiver ran through, me, and I felt bewildered.
"Have I lost it ?" I asked.
"Lost what ?" he demanded.
"The tune I heard--the harmonies." "No," he replied; "at least I think not.

But if you have, no matter.
You will hear others.

Why do you look so distressed ?" "It is lovely," I said wistfully, "all that music; but it is not MINE;" and tears of regret filled my eyes.

"Oh, if it were only mine--my very own composition!" Heliobas smiled kindly.
"It is as much yours as any thing belongs to anyone.