was something in his countenance that instantly revealed to her quick eye that he had not only believed in the weariness she had so thoughtlessly expressed, but had also fathomed its cause. She felt displeased and irritated at her own want of caution and what she silently termed his presumption. 

 "Why do you look on me so strangely?" she asked at length. 

 "I beg your pardon, madam," said he, suddenly averting his gaze. 

 "Which I shall not give," returned she, with a slight, dignified movement of her queenly head, "unless you tell me what you think of me." 

 "All I think of you, Mrs. Edson," said he, turning his face again toward hers, "perhaps would not please you to know." 

 "Yes, all," said Louise, "I will know all." 

 "Well, this is not the time or place for the disclosure," answered he. 

 She looked at him sharply as he pronounced these words. He smiled and added, "I should be monopolizing the time which belongs to your company." 

 "Ay, yes!" said she, "your words recall the duty I owe to my condescending guests;" and, bowing, she glided away and joined a company that surrounded the piano. 

 "You play, of course, Mrs. Edson," said a portly man with a benevolent countenance. 

 "Occasionally, though I have rather a dull ear," she answered, assuming the music-stool. Several light songs were performed with fine taste and skill, and received the warmest encomiums of her listeners. Another and another was called for, till at length she arose and said, "There are doubtless others here who play far better than myself. I have led the way, let them follow." 

 Col. Malcome arose from a sofa near by, on which he had thrown himself to listen to the fair musician, and assumed the seat she had vacated. A few prolonged notes, and then one of the most beautiful and intricate compositions of Beethoven, poured its sonorous strains on the ears of the assembly. The performer at length seemed to forget all around him, and at the end of the second chorus joined his own deep, rich tones with the instrument. All were delighted; but Louise, with her quick sensibilities, was thrilled to the centre of her soul. And she felt piqued and angry too; not that he had excelled her, for she was 

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