She half forgot her surroundings; they were nothing in her present mood.

The little audience of strangers gave a sense of solitude.
The quaint old tune was rich in plaintive harmony.

It had survived the winnowing process of time, and had endeared itself to the popular heart because expressive of the heart's unrest and desire for something unpossessed.

Along this old, well-worn musical channel Madge poured the full tide of her feeling, which had both the solemnity and the pathos inseparable from all deep and sacred emotion.

Graydon was now sure that he must dismiss one of his impressions of Madge, and finally.