I sang 'Abide with me,' and several other suitable hymns, and I did not stop until the hard look of woe in Phoebe's eyes had softened into a more gentle expression.
As I paused, I looked across the room.

Mr.Hamilton was still standing by the mantelpiece, perfectly motionless.

He had covered his eyes with his hand, and seemed lost in profound thought.

He absolutely started when I addressed him.
'Yes, we will go if you have finished,' but he did not look at me as he spoke.

'Phoebe, has the young lady done you any good?
Did you close your eyes and think you heard an angel singing?
Now you must let me take her away, for she is very tired, and has worked hard to-day.