Their hearts float far away upon that music.

His eyes droop as when he was speaking of the tropic islands--as if he were hearing the soft language of those shores.

As his wife looks at him she sees on his face, beneath the weariness of its expression, the light which shone there in the days when they sang "Bonnie Doon" together.

He draws her closer to him, and his head bows as if by long habit of humility.

Her eyes gradually fill with tears; and when the song is over her head is lying on his breast.
While they are still sitting in silence there is a ring at the door, and Lawrence Newt and Amy Waring enter the room..