What had happened to him,--was he suddenly possessed, or was he losing his wits?
He tried to force his voice back into its usual tone, tried even to speak gently, though his heart was beating so wildly at the way she looked, at the sweet notes of her voice, like a flute in its lower notes, that he could hardly hear his own words.

"No, no music!" he said.

"There must be no music here, among Christian folks.

Put away that thing, young woman.

It is an evil thing, bringing sin, and death, which is the wages of sin, with it.