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ment in hers give way to a momentary alarm, which was succeeded by an expression of resignation.

“I am sure she pinched your arm most cruelly," he murmured, rather disconcerted now at what he had done.

It was a great comfort to hear her say:

“It wouldn't have been the first time. And suppose she did—what are you going to do about it?"

“I don't know,” he said with a faint, remote playfulness in his tone which had not been heard in it lately, and which seemed to catch her ear pleasantly. “I am grieved to say that I don't know. But can I do anything? What would you wish me to do? Pray command me.”

Again the greatest astonishment became visible in her face; for she now perceived how different he was from the other men in the room. He was as different from them as she was different from the other members of the ladies' orchestra.

“Command you ?" she breathed, after a time, in a bewildered tone. "Who are you ?” she asked, a i little louder.

"I am staying in this hotel for a few days. I just dropped in casually here. This outrage”

"Don't you try to interfere,” she said so earnestly that Heyst asked, in his faintly playful tone:

“Is it your wish that I should leave you ?”

"I haven't said that,” the girl answered. “She pinched me because I didn't get down here quick enough."

"I can't tell you how indignant I am,” said Heyst. “But since you are down here now," he went on, with the ease of a man of the world speaking to a young lady in a drawing-room, "hadn't we better sit down ?" }

She obeyed his inviting gesture, and they sat down on the nearest chairs. They looked at each other across a little round table with a surprised, open gaze, self-consciousness growing on them so slowly that it was a long time before they averted their eyes;

and very soon they met again, temporarily, only to rebound, as it were. At last they steadied in contact, but by that time, say some fifteen minutes from the moment when they sat down, the "interval" came to an end.

So much for their eyes. As to the conversation, it had been perfectly insignificant, because naturally they had nothing to say to each other. Heyst had been interested by the girl's physiognomy. pression was neither simple nor yet very clear. It was not distinguished—that could not be expected but the features had more fineness than those of any other feminine countenance he had ever had the opportunity to observe so closely. There was in it

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something indefinably audacious and infinitely miserable because the temperament and the existence of that girl were reflected in it. But her voice! It seduced Heyst by its amazing quality. It was a voice fit to utter the most exquisite things, a voice which would have made silly chatter supportable and the roughest talk fascinating. Heyst drank in its charm as one listens to the tone of some instrument without heeding the tune.

“Do you sing as well as play ?” he asked her abruptly.

"Never sang a note in my life," she said, obviously surprised by the irrelevant question; for they had not been discoursing of sweet sounds. “I don't remember that I ever had much reason to sing since I was little,” she added.

That inelegant phrase, by the mere vibrating, warm nobility of sound, found its way into Heyst's heart. His mind, cool, alert, watched it sink there with a sort of vague concern at the absurdity of the occupation, till it rested at the bottom, deep down, where our unexpressed longings lie.

"You are English, of course ?” he said.

“What do you think ?" she answered in the most charming accents. Then, as if thinking that it was her turn to place a question: "Why do you always smile when you speak ?”

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It was enough to make any one look grave; but her good faith was so evident that Heyst recovered himself at once.

“It's my unfortunate manner,” he said with his delicate, polished playfulness. “Is it very objection

She was very serious.

“No. I only noticed it. I haven't come across so many pleasant people as all that, in my life."

"It's certain that this woman who plays the piano is infinitely more disagreeable than any cannibal I have ever had to do with.”

“I believe you!” She shuddered. “How did you come to have anything to do with cannibals ?”

"It would be too long a tale," said Heyst, with a faint smile. Heyst's smile were rather melancholy, and accorded badly with his great moustaches, under which his mere playfulness lurked as comfortably as a shy bird in its native thicket. “Much too long. How did you get amongst this lot here ?",

"Bad luck," she answered briefly.

"No doubt, no doubt,” Heyst assented with slight nods. Then, still indignant at the pinch which he had divined rather than actually seen inflicted: say, couldn't you defend yourself somehow ?”

She had risen already. The ladies of the orchestra were slowly regaining their places. Some were


already seated, idle, stony-eyed, before the musicstands. Heyst was standing up, too.

“They are too many for me,” she said.

These few words came out of the common experience of mankind; yet, by virtue of her voice, they thrilled Heyst like a revelation. His feelings were in a state of confusion, but his mind was clear.

"That's bad. But it isn't actual ill-usage that this girl is complaining of,” he thought lucidly after she left him.


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