"Look! And he plays music, also! When you walk there, and I am with _Maman_, you must remember that this is me!" It was with deep grief and foreboding that Zara left him, on Monday morning, in spite of the doctor's assurance that he was indeed on the turn to get quite well--well of this sharp attack--whether he would ever grow to be a man was always a doubt but there was no present anxiety--she could be happy on that score.

And with this she was obliged to rest content.
But all the way back in the train she saw the picture of the Italian parterre at Wrayth with the statue of Pan, in the center of the star, playing his pipes..