ll she like to
accompany Miss Lapidoth and hear the music on Wednesday?"

"There could hardly be a greater pleasure for her," said Mrs. Meyrick.
"She will be most glad and grateful."

Thereupon Klesmer bowed round to the three sisters more grandly than
they had ever been bowed to before. Altogether it was an amusing
picture--the little room with so much of its diagonal taken up in
Klesmer's magnificent bend to the small feminine figures like images a
little less than life-size, the grave Holbein faces on the walls, as
many as were not otherwise occupied, looking hard at this stranger who
by his face seemed a dignified contemporary of their own, but whose
garments seemed a deplorable mockery of the human form.

Mrs. Meyrick could not help going out of the room with Klesmer and
closing the door behind her. He understood her, and said with a
frowning nod--

"She will do: if she doesn't attempt too much and her voice holds out,
she can make an income. I know that is the great point: Deronda told
me. You are taking care of her. She looks like a good girl."

"She is an angel," said the warm-hearted woman.

"No," said Klesmer, with a playful nod; "she is a pretty Jewess: the
angels must not get the credit of her. But I think she has found a
guardian angel," he ended, bowing himself out in this amiable way.

The four young creatures had looked at each other mutely till the door
banged and Mrs. Meyrick re-entered. Then there was an explosion. Mab
clapped her hands and danced everywhere inconveniently; Mrs. Meyrick
kissed Mirah and blessed her; Amy said emphatically, "We can never get
her a new dress before Wednesday!" and Kate exclaimed, "Thank heaven my
table is not knocked over!"

Mirah had reseated herself on the music-stool without speaking, and the
tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked at her friends.

"Now, now, Mab!" said Mrs. Meyrick; "come and sit down reasonably and
let us talk?"

"Yes, let us talk," said Mab, cordially, coming back to her low seat
and caressing her knees. "I am beginning to feel large again. Hans said
he was coming this afternoon. I wish he had been here--only there would
have been no room for him. Mirah, what are you looking sad for?"

"I am too happy," said Mirah. "I feel so full of gratitude to you all;
and he was so very kind."

"Yes, at last," said Mab, sharply. "But he might have said something
encouraging sooner. I thought him dreadfully ugly when he sat frowning,
and