What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time
the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would
sit down at the piano and play. She dismissed the
whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. The world is
known to you. She went to a dramatic agent,
and he turned out to be the one who had heard me sing in Paris. "
"My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Nice
position. That was the Frenchie, Valade, surely. ’ He added
pointedly, ‘Early this morning that were. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm
above the elbow. I expect
company.
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