As the musical voice reached him, and the strange words fell upon his ear, he smiled and raised his head to see who uttered them.

He saw the young girls, but their faces were turned from him; those words range in his ears--"Nature and Art are all very well, but give me life." Who was it longed for life?
He understood the longing; he resolved to wait there until the girls went away.

Again he heard the same voice.
"I shall leave you to your sails, Lillian.

I wish those same boats would come to carry us away--I wish I had wings and could fly over the sea and see the bright, grand world that lies beyond it.

Goodbye; I am tired of the never-ending wash of those long, low waves." He saw a young girl rise from the fragrant heather and turn to descend the cliff.