There was a slight levity in his tone, and Miss Gastonguay, after a keen scrutiny of his flushed face, turned to Derrice. "Do you ever go to prayer-meetings?"
"I was at one last evening."
"What did you think of it?"
"It was very interesting."
"Come, now, tell me what it was like."
"There was a large room under a church," said Derrice, seriously, "with seats. Mr. Huntington was there," and she indicated him as he sat gazing with a softened expression at her.
"Of course; what next?"
"He read a hymn and some one played an organ accompaniment and the people sang."
"'Hark from the tombs a doleful sound,' I suppose, or, 'High o'er my soul damnation's waves do roll.'"
"Miss Gastonguay," interposed Aurelia, "those are very old hymns; no one sings them now."