“Praydon’tapologize，“shesaid。“IthinkIunderstandthatyouaresogoodastohavecometosee_me。_Youlooktired。Won’tyoutakeachair？“
Annecouldstandnolonger。Shetooktheofferedchair。Mrs。
Glenarmresumedherplaceonthemusic-stool，andranherfingersidlyoverthekeysofthepiano。“WheredidyouseeMr。
Delamayn？“shewenton。“Themostirresponsibleofmen，exceptwhenhehasgothisfiddleinhishand!Ishecominginsoon？Arewegoingtohaveanymusic？Haveyoucometoplaywithus？Mr。
Delamaynisaperfectfanaticinmusic，isn’the？Whyisn’theheretointroduceus？Isupposeyouliketheclassicalstyle，too？DidyouknowthatIwasinthemusic-room？MightIaskyourname？“