"I shall not sing to-morrow," she replied a little hurriedly, with averted face, and again she started on. But he walked beside her. "In that case I have still to thank you for the pleasure I have had. I imagine that one would never do wrong if he could hear you sing whenever he is tempted," he said, looking sidewise at her with a quiet, tentative smile. "It is not my voice," she replied more hurriedly. "It is the music of the service. Do not thank me. Thank God." "I have heard the service before. It was your voice that touched me." She drew her veil about her face and walked on in silence. "But I have no wish to say anything against your religion," he continued, his voice deepening and trembling. "If it has such power over the natures of women, if it lifts them to such ideals of duty, if it develops in them such characters, that merely to look into their faces, to be near them, to hear their voices, is to make a man think of a better world, I do not know why I should say anything against it." How often, without meaning it, our words are like a flight of arrows into another's heart. What he said but reminded her of her unfaithfulness. And therefore while she revolved how with perfect gentleness she might ask him to allow her to continue her way alone, she did what she could: she spoke reverently, though all but inaudibly, in behalf of her order. "Our vows are perfect and divine. If they ever seem less, it is the fault of those of us who dishonor them." The acute self-reproach in her tone at once changed his mood. "On the other hand, I have also asked myself this question: Is it the creed that makes the natures of you women so beautiful, or it is the nature of woman that gives the beauty to the creed? It is not so with any other idea that women espouse? with any other cause that they undertake? Is it not so with anything that they spend their hearts upon, toil for, and sacrifice themselves for? Do I see any beauty in your vows except such as your life gives to them? I can believe it. I can believe that if you had never taken those vows your life would still be beautiful. I can believe that you could change them for others and find yourself more nearly the woman that you strive to be--that you were meant to be!" He spoke in the subdued voice with which one takes leave of some hope that brightens while it disappears. "I must ask you," she said, pausing--"I must ask you to allow me to continue my walk alone;" and her voice quivered. He paused, too, and stood looking into her eyes in silence with the thought that he should never see her again. The color had died out of his face.