While he sang and she listened, or feigned to listen, his heart was at rest but when the quaint old songs had ended and he heard again the voices in the room he remembered his own sarcasm: the house where young men are called by their christian names a little too soon. In a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black skirts. It might be difficult for you to live here now. A trembling joy, lambent as a faint light, played like a fairy host around him.
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