just now as if there was."
"Well, there _is_ one who would like to bestow his hand and fortune on her,
but she will have none of it; surely it can't be that she has changed her
mind, after all," and Mr. Sherwood laid down his chessman to consider this
new phase of the question. Could it be that the ring was from Hugh, and she
not tell of it? The game lost its interest with this new thought, and
hearing the sound of the piano through the walls, he said:
"Suppose you wheel me into the sitting-room; I hear Dexie at the piano."
The music suddenly ceased as the door opened, and Guy pushed Mr. Sherwood's
couch into the room.
"It is too bad to waste that sweet music on bare walls, Miss Dexie," said
Guy smiling, "so I have brought an audience. Go on with what you were
playing; the little I heard was very beautiful, so do not let us interrupt
you. I am told that I am not a very good judge of music, but I know that
the piece you were just playing was something finer than most piano
pieces," for he had recognized it as the same piece she had played when he
had listened through the window, and it had ended in tears.
Guy came over to the piano, and leaning his elbow on the cover, watched her
hands as they flew over the keys, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes
as he asked as she finished:
"Is that what you were playing just before we came in, Miss Dexie?"
"No; but do you not think it is a very pretty thing?"
"Oh, yes, very nice; but--"
"Well, here is a new song just out, and if you do not think it is beautiful
I will agree at once with the one who told you that you were not a good
judge of music," and her clear voice sounded through the room.
"Yes, that is very fine, Miss Dexie. The words are almost too pathetic, or
else you make them sound that way. But let us have the first piece; there
is something peculiar in it, I fancy," and he picked up some sheet music
from the stand and began to look it over.
"Hand it over, if you think you have found it, Mr. Traverse. I will play
anything you choose from that untidy mass," and there was an amused look in
her eyes as she watched the search. He was not likely to find what he
wanted amongst those promiscuous sheets.
"But I do not know it when I see it, Miss Dexie," he replied. "I am sure
you know what piece it is I refer to."
Dexie laughed at his bewildered expression; but as he looked at her, she
said in a low tone:
"Yes, I know what you mean, Mr. Traverse,
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