We could hear the splash of the oars.

There were musicians in the boat playing this melody.
We were all very happy that night.

And I hear it again now--when I am with you.

I think that I shall remember it very often in Chiltistan." There was so unmistakable a misery in his manner, in his voice, in his dejected looks, that Violet was moved to a deep sympathy.

He was only a boy, of course, but he was a boy sunk in distress.
"But there are your plans," she urged.