"He has to be late. Very often his song is the last on the program. Here is the tray. It is all ready—except your cup and plate. You will take a cup of tea with me, John?"
"Yes, but I am going to look for Harry soon and I may keep him all night. Do you care? Are you afraid?"
"Harry is safe with you. I am glad you are going to keep him all night, I am not at all afraid," and as she arranged the tray and its contents on the table by the hearth, John heard the sweetest strain of melody thrill the little space between them. He looked at her inquiringly, and she sang softly,
"I dwell
Too near to God, for doubt or fear,
And share the eternal calm."
"Where is Harry tonight?" he asked.
"He was to sing at the Odeon in the oratorio of 'Samson.' I used to go and hear him but I cannot leave the children now."
"My dear Lucy, I have come to London specially to talk with you and Harry. I have been made miserable about Harry."
"Who told you anything wrong of Harry?"
"Your father. He is distressed at the road Harry is taking. He says Harry is beginning to gamble."