We waited until the pure, pathetic tones had died away. Silence and the spirit of the hour was upon us. Overhead the large, calm stars hung low and bright. A gleam of light in Mrs. Radnor's rooms flashed for an instant, and disappeared; and a white figure came out upon the balcony of her apartment.
"Kyrie Eleison," said Anne, in a hushed voice. "Let us go in."
UNDER A CLOUD.
[Under a Cloud.]
