Its memories faded slowly.

I have avoided renewing them for his sake." "He could, then, learn to speak ?" "With ease, and it were better if he could speak now.

We will teach him soon." As he ceased speaking, fatigued by the unaccustomed effort, I heard low strains of music echoing through the silent halls around us.

A violin! The tone was deep and tremulous, gradually growing louder, filling the ear with its message, and lifting the mind to lofty heights of thought and passion.

We both sat listening for hours, and midnight came before the last strain died away.