voice.

Her ears tuned into a conversation between three people outside the room, the door of which had been left slightly ajar, as if for the sole purpose of listening in just as she was now doing. Of those three voices, two were female, and she cared little for them. It was the third voice which constantly tickled her ear whenever it spoke. It was his voice, she was as sure of it as one is sure of the sun rising again after night. She listened to this voice, paying particular attention to its tones, inflections, accents and pauses; and sat in quiet rapture at the remembrances of that voice addressing her – there were more than her gratitude could bear. This is the voice of my friend, thought she, and I could recognise it anywhere.