Yet shortly after, when Guy sat himself down to the piano and began to play, without music, some of the compositions of the old masters and then drifted into Chopin and Grieg, his exquisite touch and soulful rendering of some of the most beautiful passages brought tears to her eyes and a thrill to her heart. Adrienne was very susceptible to music. She whispered to her Uncle Tom: "He is an angel, after all! He has an angel's soul!" And the General was rude enough to give a loud guffaw, which he stifled with a cough, and then left the room precipitately. "Oh," cried Adrienne, when Guy rose from the piano, "I'd like to listen to you all night." He smiled and gave her a little bow in French fashion. "Thank you, but your uncles have had too much of it. I like the organ best. There is one in the hall of the Château. Your aunt likes to listen sometimes. Don't you play yourself?" "Not much." "She sings," said the Admiral. "Sit down and sing, my child." So Adrienne obeyed. She sang a song which Guy had never heard before; and if his music had thrilled her, her voice now thrilled him. The joyous vibration in it, the sweetness of tone, and pathos, rang on in his ears for hours afterwards: "Give as the morning that flows out of heaven: Give as the waves when their channel is riven; Give, as the free air and sunshine are given— Lavishly, utterly, carelessly give I Not the faint sparks of thy hearth ever glowing, Not a pale bud from the June roses blowing; Give as He gave thee, who gave thee to live! Pour out thy love like the rush of a river Wasting its waters for ever and ever, Through the burnt sands that reward not the giver! Silent or songful, thou nearest the sea. Scatter thy life as the summer showers pouring! What if no bird through the pearl rain is soaring, What if no blossom looks upward adoring! Look to the life that was lavished for thee." ¹ ¹ By R. T. Cooke. There was silence for a few moments after her last note had died away, then the Admiral said: "I like the sentiment of that song, my dear. Where did you get it?" "Godfrey gave it to me, one day after he had been talking to me for my good!" Here she stole a glance at Guy, and there was something mischievous in her glance. "You haven't the monopoly of preaching," she said. "Ah," he said, "if you can sing like that, you must feel like it, and I have no fears for the future." Then he turned to the Admiral. "Can I catch an early train back to town to-morrow morning?" he asked. "Why, certainly. There is the ten o'clock express. But won't you stay with us another day?" "I'm afraid not." Then his clear bright eyes looked straight at Adrienne,—"into her soul," she told her uncle afterwards. "My mission is fulfilled," he said, "and when I accomplish my purpose, I waste no time."