. The wastrel hoard; a drama of the greater love. been! I ought to be ashamedof myself. Maey. Youre a dear. [She runs over the first bars of 0 Belle Nuit, andsings to throw off hisgase.] THE WASTREL HOARD. 29 Lovely night, oh, night of love,Smile down on our more lovely than the day,Lovely night of flies on without return,And carries our from this most happy hour,To come again summer-night breeze,Fold us in with your balm of your breathOn our foreheads let night, oh, night of down on our more
. The wastrel hoard; a drama of the greater love. been! I ought to be ashamedof myself. Maey. Youre a dear. [She runs over the first bars of 0 Belle Nuit, andsings to throw off hisgase.] THE WASTREL HOARD. 29 Lovely night, oh, night of love,Smile down on our more lovely than the day,Lovely night of flies on without return,And carries our from this most happy hour,To come again summer-night breeze,Fold us in with your balm of your breathOn our foreheads let night, oh, night of down on our more lovely than the day,O lovely night of love. Russell. Youre always like that to me. Maey. Its your own work! [She observes that he isagain hz a spell,] You came into my life in the harmony ofmy favorite theme—from Schumanns Sonata in F sharpminor. Fate put you on my telephone, while I was playingit in a dream. I saw a rushing waterfall and heard thetinkling sound of water falling from a great height. Intermiuo. Lento, alia kitrta, no pompoM>. g^^^U^ [Mart plays the theme, the eight bars and the firstthree bars and the first note of the fourth re-peated.]The bell rang at the high note and I saw you standing 30 THE WASTREL HOARD. on the edge of the precipice and almost heard your voicebefore I awoke. It was one of Fates splendid heart opened to you, and to a new world at the soundof your voice. [She unconsciously runs over Mon coeur souvre ata voix, from Samson and Delilah.] Russell. When we met a moment in the hall down-stairs here next day, I knew your voice. Maet. And I yours. And you had remembered thatwrong number. I did dream true! BussELL. And I called it again. [Mary sings at first softly, then louder. Russellarouses himself, walks around so as to stand be-side her, comes gradually into the singing, andthey end together.] Mabt. My heart expands at thy loved voice, As flowers at dawn of day; Bpeak on and make my soul rejoice And all my fears allay. Tell me
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