The doctor and the vicar listened intently.
“Do you hear the music?”
“I am afraid I hear nothing,” said Dr. Parker.
“Nor I,” said the vicar.
“There are harps in the air.”
“I don’t hear a sound,” said Dr. Parker.
“Nor I,” said the vicar, straining his ears; “or if I do it is the water of the mill by Burkett’s farm.”
“The longer I listen, the more wonderful the music grows.”
The vicar and the doctor shook their heads gravely.
“There are also times, I believe, when you hear voices?” said the vicar.