The man answered with a faint, derisive laugh that yet had in it an echo of the woman's satisfaction. He did not speak, for already through the winter darkness a single, boyish voice had taken up another verse: "He comes, the prisoners to release In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield." The woman's fingers clung fast to his. "Love opens every door," she whispered. His answering grip was close and strong. But he said nothing while the last triumphant lines were repeated. "The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield." The next verse was sung by two voices in harmony, very soft and hushed. "He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To bless the humble poor." Then came a pause, while through the quiet night there floated the sound of distant bells. "Look!" said Piers suddenly. And Avery, kneeling beside him, raised her eyes. There, high above the trees, alone and splendid, there shone a great, quivering star. His arm slid round her neck. "The Star of Hope, Avery," he whispered. "Yours--and mine." She clung to him silently, with a closeness that was passionate. And so the last verse, very clear and strong, came to them out of the night. "Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And Heaven's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved Name. And Heaven's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved Name." Avery leaned her head against her husband's shoulder. "I hear an angel singing," she said. * * * * * Ten minutes later, Gracie stood in the great hall with the red glow of the fire spreading all about her, her bright eyes surveying the master of the house who lay back in a low easy-chair with his wife kneeling beside him and Caesar the Dalmatian curled up with much complacence at his feet. "How very comfy you look!" she remarked. And, "We are comfy," said Piers, with a smile.