Almost at the moment that I had heard it first two years ago, peace seemed to have risen up and left our house, gathering her skirts about her, as we read that the angels left the Temple at the siege of Jerusalem.

And now it was even more detestable to my ears, recalling as it did too vividly the cruel events of the preceding evening.
"John must be sitting up playing," I said.
"Yes," she answered; "but why is he in this part of the house, and why does he always play _that_ tune ?" It was if some irresistible attraction drew us towards the music.
Constance took my hand in hers and we moved together slowly down the passage.

The wind had risen, and though there was a bright moon, her beams were constantly eclipsed by driving clouds.

Still there was light enough to guide us, and I extinguished the candle.

As we reached the end of the passage the air of the _Gagliarda_ grew more and more distinct.
Our passage opened on to a broad landing with a balustrade, and from one side of it ran out the picture-gallery which you know.
I looked at Constance significantly.