Then he looked again at his daughter's little flower-like head, and a feeling of love made his heart warm.
Maria could sing herself, but she was afraid.

Once in a while she droned out a sweet, husky note, then her delicate cheeks flushed crimson as if all the people had heard her, when they had not heard at all, and she turned her head, and gazed out of the open window at the plumed darkness.

She thought again with annoyance how she would have to go with her father, and Wollaston Lee would not dare accost her, even if he were so disposed; then she took a genuine pleasure in the window space of sweet night and the singing.

Her passions were yet so young that they did not disturb her long if interrupted.

She was also always conscious of the prettiness of her appearance, and she loved herself for it with that love which brings previsions of unknown joys of the future.