"Through the smithy to the presence-chamber! O my God--through the mud of me, up to thy righteousness!" He was in a mood for music--was he not?
One might imagine the violin under his arm was possessed by an angel, and, ignoring his ears, was playing straight into his heart! Beenie let him in, and took him up to the parlor.

Mary came half-way to meet him.

The pressure as of heaven's atmosphere fell around him, calming and elevating.

He stepped across the floor, still, stately, and free.

He laid down his violin, and seated himself where Mary told him, in her father's arm-chair by the fire.