Smile and look loving.

I have not art enough for both.

Come!--come!" And together they walked out of the dense shadow of the trees and past the marble bath of the sultanas to a certain seat beneath a bower on which were cushions, and lying among them a lute.
"Seat yourself at my feet," she said, as she sank on to the bench.

"Can you sing ?" "No more than a crow," he answered.
"Then I must sing to you.

Well, it will be better than the love-making." Then in a very sweet voice she began to warble amorous Moorish ditties that she accompanied upon the lute, whilst Peter, who was weary in body and disturbed in mind, played a lover's part to the best of his ability, and by degrees the darkness gathered.
At length, when they could no longer see across the garden, Inez ceased singing and rose with a sigh.
"The play is finished and the curtain down," she said; "also it is time that you went in out of this damp.