David frowned thoughtfully . `` I hardly know what to think . It is very curious and unusual , but it is not totally unprecedented . There have been cases on record where pre-natal influences have produced a like result . I can not just now remember whether any were ever cured . Well , I 'll see if anything can be done for this girl . I can not express any further opinion until I have examined her . '' The next morning Eric took David up to the Gordon homestead . As they approached the old orchard a strain of music came floating through the resinous morning arcades of the spruce wood -- a wild , sorrowful , appealing cry , full of indescribable pathos , yet marvelously sweet . `` What is that ? '' exclaimed David , starting . `` That is Kilmeny playing on her violin , '' answered Eric . `` She has great talent in that respect and improvises wonderful melodies . '' When they reached the orchard Kilmeny rose from the old bench to meet them , her lovely luminous eyes distended , her face flushed with the excitement of mingled hope and fear . `` Oh , ye gods ! '' muttered David helplessly . He could not hide his amazement and Eric smiled to see it . The latter had not failed to perceive that his friend had until now considered him as little better than a lunatic . `` Kilmeny , this is my friend , Dr. Baker , '' he said . Kilmeny held out her hand with a smile .
Her beauty , as she stood there in the fresh morning sunshine beside a clump XXXXX her sister lilies , was something to take away a man 's breath .
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