The Danton family, with the Doctor and Father Francis, were assembled in the drawing-room, spending that last evening together.

It was the first time, since his return to the Hall, Harry had been there.

How little any of them dreamed it was to be the last! They were not very merry, as they sat listening to Kate's music.

Down in that dim recess where the piano stood, she sat, singing for the first time the old songs that Reginald Stanford had loved.

She was almost surprised at herself to find how easily she could sing them, how little emotion the memories they brought awoke.