The enchanting sounds were obviously receding.
"Let us follow her, and settle the question who she is," said Lily, trying to pull him forward.

But he held her back strongly.
"No more running about to-night," he answered almost sternly.

Then, immediately checking himself, he added, in a gentler tone: "It is imprudent in you to be out so long in the evening air; and I am really very tired, dear Lily.

To-morrow I will try to ascertain which of the servants has been following you round in this strange way." "Do you suppose any servant could sing _that_ ?" she exclaimed.
"They are nearly all musical, and wonderfully imitative," answered he.
"They can catch almost anything they hear." He spoke in a nonchalant tone, but she felt his arm tremble as she leaned upon it.

He had never before made such an effort to repress rage.
In tones of tender anxiety, she said: "I am afraid you are very tired, dear.