She read the words aloud, with a puzzled expression.
'"Credo in resurrectionem mortuorum."' She looked at him for some explanation.
'Yes,' he said, answering her unspoken question. '"I believe in the resurrection of the dead."'
'It means something especial to you—is that it?'
'Yes.' His eyes were very sad again as they met hers.
'My voice?' she asked. 'Some one—who sang like me? Who died?'
'Long before you were born,' he answered gently.
There was another little pause before she spoke again, for she was touched.
'Thank you,' she said. 'Thank you for writing that.'