Ad palmam victoriæ."
Lizzie turned her eyes toward the spot whence the voice came. The light shone full on the dark-robed figure, on the upturned face, thin and pale, and on the sad gray eyes of the singer.
"Ad palmam victoriæ."
As the words reached her, Lizzie felt the light of a sudden recognition. She turned to her husband and pulled him by the coat-sleeve.
"Jim," she said, "look up! See who is singing!"