Listen and you'll hear it." Listener and singer both intent on the song, neither heard the bride-to-be descending the stairs.

Not wishing to interrupt them, Grace paused behind the portieres that draped the wide doorway into the living-room until Nora should finish.

With her, "_La Lettre_" had always been a favorite song.

Long afterward, when the shadow of the unexpected hung darkly over her, she recalled that significant moment of waiting.
"It is undeniably perfect," was Mrs.Harlowe's appreciative comment when the last note, representing the striking of the distant clock, had died away.

"I had no idea----" "Oh, Grace!" Nora's glance had suddenly strayed to the slender, white-robed figure that was making a sedate advance into the living-room.