"Coming to me—coming to sing to me!" he mumbled. "Good God, a thing far beyond my utmost thought is this!"
The crowd rolled clattering up, and the woman stayed to welcome them; but the man ran back into his house, sat down in his chair, bent forward to listen and clasped his hands tightly between his knees.
Acute emotion marked his countenance; but this painful tension passed when out of the night there rolled the melodious thunder of an ancient tune.
"Singing for me!" he murmured many times while the old song throbbed.