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, she had been making out at the piano a lovely little thing, as Mrs. Beale called it, a "Moonlight Berceuse" sent her through the post by Sir Claude, who considered that her musical education had been deplorably neglected and who, the last months at her mother's, had been on the point of making arrangements for regular lessons. She knew from him familiarly that the real thing, as he said, was shockingly dear and that anything else was a waste of money, and she therefore rejoiced the more at the sacrifice represented by this composition, of which the price, five shillings, was marked on the cover and which was evidently the real thing. She was already on her feet. "Mrs. Beale has sent up for me?" "Oh no--it's not that," said Susan Ash. "Mrs. Beale has been out this hour." "Then papa!" "Dear no--not papa. You'll do, miss, all but them wandering 'airs," Susan went on. "Your papa never came 'ome at all," she added. "Home from where?" Maisie responded a little absently and very excitedly. She gave a wild manual brush to her locks. "Oh that, miss, I should be very sorry to tell you! I'd rather tuck away that white thing behind--though I'm blest if it's my work." "Do then, please. I know where papa was," Maisie impatiently continued. "Well, in your place I wouldn't tell." "He was at the club--the Chrysanthemum. So!" "All night long? Why the flowers shut up at night, you know!" cried Susan Ash. "Well, I don't care"--he child was at the door. "Sir Claude asked for me ALONE?" "The same as if you was a duchess." Maisie was aware on her way downstairs that she was now quite as happy as one, and also, a moment later, as she hung round his neck, that even such a personage would scarce commit herself more grandly. There was moreover a hint of the duchess in the infinite point with which, as she felt, she exclaimed: "And this is what you call coming OFTEN?" Sir Claude met her delightfully and in the same fine spirit. "My dear old man, don't make me a scene--I assure you it's what every woman I look at does. Let us have some fun--it's a lovely day: clap on something smart and come out with me; then we'll talk it over quietly." They were on their way five minutes later to Hyde Park, and nothing that even in the good days at her mother's they had ever talked over had more of the sweetness of tranquillity than his present prompt explanations. He was at his best in such an office and with the exception of Mrs
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