THE FIFTH STRING
She, bidding him arise: "And I for ever yours." And wondering at her boldness, she added, "I know and feel that you love me—your eyes confirmed your love before you spoke." Then, convincingly and ingenuously, "I knew you loved me the moment we first met. Then I did not understand what that meant to you, now I do."
He drew her gently to him, and the motive of their happiness was defined in sweet confessions: "My love, my life—My life, my love."
The magic of his music had changed her very being, the breath of love was in her soul, the vision of love was dancing in her eyes. The child of marble, like the statue of old, had come to life:
"And not long since
I was a cold, dull stone! I recollect
That by some means I knew that I was stone;
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