No haven can for shelter win,
Fate's darkest skies
The heart defies
Whose still small voice is sweet within
O, heavenly sound,
'Mid the tempests round,
That voice so sweet within!
Egan had entered as Fanny was singing the second verse; he wore a troubled air, which his wife at first did not remark. "Is not that a sweet song, Edward?" said she. "No one ought to like it more than you, for your home is your happiness, and no one has a clearer conscience."
Egan kissed her gently, and thanked her for her good opinion, and asked her what she wished to say to him. They left the room.
Fanny remarked Egan's unusually troubled air, and it marred her music; leaving the piano, and walking to the window, she saw Larry Hogan walking from the house, down the avenue.