"You've surprised my--my poor secret.

You can laugh at the old doctor now, if you like." "I don't feel like laughing," said Sarah, simply.

"And your secret is safe with me.

I'm honest; you know that." "Yes, my dear; I know that.

God bless you!" said the doctor.
"I'm sorry, Dr.Blundell," said Sarah, softly.
The deep voice which came from the full, white chest, and which had once been so unmanageable, was one of Sarah's surest weapons now.
When she sang, she counted her victims by the dozen; when she lowered it, as she lowered it now, to speak only to one man, every note went straight to his heart--if he had an ear for music and a heart for love.
When Sarah said, in these dulcet tones, therefore, that she was sorry for her old friend, the tears gathered to the doctor's kind, tired eyes.
"For me!" he said gratefully.