"Now, sir, what next?"
"Move your chair round a trifle, so that I can have a better view of your face."
She smilingly obeyed. "There! does that satisfy your lordship?"
"Quite. Now talk to me."
"About what?"
"Any thing you please: the principal thing is to hear the music of your voice."
"Suppose I sing, then."
"Yes, yes!" eagerly; "that's just what I should enjoy. Let it be, 'I love to tell the story.'"
Zoe had a beautiful voice. Soft and sweet and clear it rose,—
"'I love to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story,
Because I know it's true:
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else can do.