"It was only the wind among the vines," he replied. "Wandering about
in the moonlight has made you nervous."

"I believe I _was_ a little afraid before you came," said she. "That
eye looking at me through the lattice gave me a start; and while I was
running after your shadow, I heard that voice again singing, 'Toll the
bell.' I wonder how you can be so indifferent about such a remarkable
voice, when you are such a lover of music."

"I presume, as I told you before, that it was one of the darkies,"
rejoined he. "I will inquire about it to-morrow."

"I should sooner believe it to be the voice of an angel from heaven,
than a darky," responded the bride. "I wish I could hear it again
before I sleep."

In immediate response to her wish, the full rich voice she had invoked
began to sing an air from "Norma," beginning, "O, how his art deceived
thee!"

Fitzgerald started so suddenly, he overturned a seat near them.
"Hush!" she whispered, clinging to his arm. Thus they stood in
silence, she listening with rapt attention, he embarrassed and
angry almost beyond endurance. 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,