"That is all, my dear friend, that is all. It set my mind at rest with regard to your husband. It ought to set yours at rest also. He is a glorious, and happy spirit in heaven now. Is it likely that he would come back from there to frighten you for no object or purpose? No, you must dismiss the idea from your mind."
"But the music—the unearthly music."
"Played by a strolling musician with a talent for the thing. That was all."
"His air and mine—'Waves.' The air that no one else knew, that was never written down."
"You imagined the likeness to the air you mention. Our imaginations play strange tricks with us. The air played to-night was of a very minor character, and had notes in common with the one your husband composed. Hence a fleeting resemblance. It is more natural and in accordance with sense to believe this than to suppose that your husband came back from heaven to torture you. Now, good-night. You are good. You will try and be brave. I ask you to be brave for the sake of your noble husband's child."
CHAPTER XLVI.
As Carr was leaving the house he came across Esther, who, very white, but with a resolute look on her face, met him on the stairs.
"How is my mistress, sir?"
Carr felt nettled at her tone.