He knew it could not be so, and yet he felt as if all the time he spoke to her, saying: "You hear this strain?
You hear that strain?
You know the dream that these sounds bring to me ?" And it seemed to him as though she answered continually: "I hear! I hear that strain, and I hear the new one that you are hearing now.

I know the dream that these sounds bring to you.

Yes, yes, I hear it all! We hear--together!" And though the church grew so dim that all was mysterious shadow except the vague planes of the windows and the organist's light, with the white head moving beneath it, Bibbs had no consciousness that the girl sitting beside him had grown shadowy; he seemed to see her as plainly as ever in the darkness, though he did not look at her.

And all the mighty chanting of the organ's multitudinous voices that afternoon seemed to Bibbs to be chorusing of her and interpreting her, singing her thoughts and singing for him the world of humble gratitude that was in his heart because she was so kind to him.

It all meant Mary..