I glanced at Sylvie, who, gravely and silently, laid her finger on her lips, then beckoned to Bruno to follow her, and ran out into the garden; and I found myself in the position of a defendant whose two most important witnesses have been suddenly taken away. “Let me give you the flowers!” I stammered out at last, quite 'at my wit's end' as to how to get out of the difficulty. “You know much more about them than I do!” “I accept them most gratefully! But you have not yet told me--” the Earl was beginning, when we were interrupted, to my great relief, by the arrival of Eric Lindon. To Arthur, however, the new-comer was, I saw clearly, anything but welcome. His face clouded over: he drew a little back from the circle, and took no further part in the conversation, which was wholly maintained, for some minutes, by Lady Muriel and her lively cousin, who were discussing some new music that had just arrived from London. “Do just try this one!” he pleaded. “The music looks easy to sing at sight, and the song's quite appropriate to the occasion.” “Then I suppose it's 'Five o'clock tea! Ever to thee Faithful I'll be, Five o'clock tea!”' laughed Lady Muriel, as she sat down to the piano, and lightly struck a few random chords. “Not quite: and yet it is a kind of 'ever to thee faithful I'll be!' It's a pair of hapless lovers: he crosses the briny deep: and she is left lamenting.” “That is indeed appropriate!” she replied mockingly, as he placed the song before her. “And am I to do the lamenting? And who for, if you please?” She played the air once or twice through, first in quick, and finally in slow, time; and then gave us the whole song with as much graceful ease as if she had been familiar with it all her life:-- “He stept so lightly to the land, All in his manly pride: He kissed her cheek, he pressed her hand, Yet still she glanced aside. 'Too gay he seems,' she darkly dreams, 'Too gallant and too gay To think of me--poor simple me--- When he is far away!' 'I bring my Love this goodly pearl Across the seas,' he said: 'A gem to deck the dearest girl That ever sailor wed!' She clasps it tight: her eyes are bright: Her throbbing heart would say 'He thought of me--he thought of me--- When he was far away!' The ship has sailed into the West: Her ocean-bird is flown: A dull dead pain is in her breast, And she is weak and lone: Yet there's a smile upon her face, A smile that seems to say 'He'll think of me he'll think of me--- When he is far away! 'Though waters wide between us glide, Our lives are warm and near: No distance parts two faithful hearts Two hearts that love so dear: And I will trust my sailor-lad, For ever and a day, To think of me--to think of me--- When he is far away!'”