But I heard you calling, and I came." "You never heard me call, Jethro Fawe," she returned quietly.

"My calling of you is as silent as the singing of the stars, where you are concerned.

And the stars do not sing." "But the stars do sing, and you call just the same," he responded with a twist to his moustache, and posing against the wall.

"I've heard the stars sing.

What's the noise they make in the heart, if it's not singing?
You don't hear with the ears only.