His manner, too, became touched with reverent dignity.

His very face seemed to grow finer.
Brown sat listening, with his face glowing with pleasure and surprise.
"Fine old hymn that! Great hymn! And finely read, if I might say so.

Now we'll sing." His voice was strong, true, and not unmusical, and what he lacked of finer qualities he made up in volume and force.

His visitors joined in the singing, Kalman following the air in a low sweet tone, French singing bass.
"Can't you sing any louder ?" said Brown to Kalman.

"There's nobody to disturb but the fish and the Galicians up yonder.