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XII] the gathering gloom the first few notes of a melody so lovely, so delicate, that one held one's breath, fearful to lose a single note of it. Ever and again the music dropped into the pathetic minor key with which it had begun, and, each time that the melody forced its way, so to speak, through the enshrouding gloom into the light of day, it was more entrancing, more magically sweet. Under the airy touch of the child, the instrument actually seemed to warble, like a bird. "Rise up, my love, my fair one," it seemed to sing, "and come away! For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come!" One could fancy one heard the tinkle of the last few drops, shaken from the trees by a passing gust that one saw the first glittering rays of the sun, breaking through the clouds.

The Count hurried across the room in great excitement. "I cannot remember myself," he exclaimed, "of the name of this so charming an air! It is of an opera, most surely. Yet not even will the opera remind his name to me! What you call him, dear child!"