Another moment and Miriam's voice had joined her in a song whose melody seemed to float like that of spirit-voices through the thick fog walls of Adare House.

Soundlessly he moved toward the room where they were waiting for him, a deeper flush mounting into his face now.

He opened the door without being heard, and looked in.
Josephine was at the piano.

The great lamp above her head flooded her in a mellow light in which the rich masses of her hair shimmered in a glorious golden glow.

His heart beat with the knowledge that she had again dressed for him to-night.