But her tears would not cease all in a moment.

She had evoked that tender scene, in which words and tears of true and passionate love had rained upon her.

They were an era in her life; had swept forever out of her heart all the puny voices that had prattled what they called love to her; and that divine music, should she ever hear it again?
She had resigned it, had bidden it shine upon another.

For this, in reality, her tears were trickling.
Mr.Raby took a much lighter view of it, and, to divert attention from her, he said, "Hallo! why this inscription has become legible.

It used to be only legible in parts.