Then other voices joined, and partially obscured the melody; but above all floated a voice that to his trained ear had some of the rarest qualities of music.
"That's Madge," he muttered, and strode rapidly to the door.

Again, in the second stanza, the rich, pure voice thrilled his every nerve, gaining rather than losing in its effect by his approach.
Unconsciously the poor girl had yielded to the old habit of self-expression in music.

Her heart had been heavy, and now was sad indeed.

Earthly hope had been growing dim, but the words of faith she had heard had not been without sustaining influence.

With the deep longing of her woman's nature for love--divine love, if earthly love must be denied--her voice in its pathos was unconsciously an appeal, full of entreaty.