Sittingattheendofthepiano，hiselbowrestingonthecoverandhisheadonhislefthand，SavinienadmiredUrsula，whoseeyes，fixedonthepanelingofthewallbeyondhim，seemedtobequestioninganotherworld。Manyamanwouldhavefallendeeplyinloveforalessreason。Genuinefeelingshaveamagnetismoftheirown，andUrsulawaswillingtoshowhersoul，asacoquetteherdressestobeadmired。
Savinienenteredthatdelightfulkingdom，ledbythispureheart，which，tointerpretitsfeelings，borrowedthepoweroftheonlyartthatspeakstothoughtbythought，withoutthehelpofwords，orcolor，orform。Candor，opennessofhearthavethesamepoweroveramanthatchildhoodhas；thesamecharm，thesameirresistibleseductions。Ursulawasnevermorehonestandcandidthanatthismoment，whenshewasbornagainintoanewlife。
TheabbecametotearSavinienfromhisdream，requestinghimtotakeafourthhandatwhist。Ursulawentonplaying；theheirsdeparted，allexceptDesire，whowasresolvedtofindouttheintentionsofhisuncleandtheviscountandUrsula。
“Youhaveasmuchtalentassoul，mademoiselle，“hesaid，whentheyounggirlclosedthepianoandsatdownbesidehergodfather。“Whoisyourmaster？“
“AGerman，livingclosetotheRueDauphineonthequaiConti，“saidthedoctor。“IfhehadnotgivenUrsulaalessoneverydayduringherstayinParishewouldhavebeenhereto-day。“