Her voice, strong and beautiful, either flowed like a stream, or ran like a river, filling the hall. Arthur looked at her with loving eyes, and it seemed to him that sometimes she also looked at him and smiled. When all the songs were sung, Lily bowed to the audience, and people went to the stage to give flowers. He also came up and handed her a bouquet, beaming with happiness. She, of course, recognized him and, smiling, said: “Thank you, Arthur.” And she took the flowers.