"Then she must leave the hotel."

"Oh [haughtily], _that_ is as she pleases."

Ashmead went to Ina Klosking in a rage and told her all this, and said he
would take her to another hotel kept by a Frenchman: these Germans were
bears. But Ina Klosking just shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Take me
to her."

He did so; and she said, in German, "Madam, I can quite understand your
reluctance to have your piano strummed. But as your hotel is quiet and
respectable, and I am unwilling to leave it, will you permit me to play
to you? and then you shall decide whether I am worthy to stay or not."

The spinster drank those mellow accents, colored a little, looked keenly
at the speaker, and, after a moment's reflection, said, half sullenly,
"No, madam, you are polite. I must risk my poor piano. Be pleased to come
with me."

She then conducted them to a large, unoccupied room on the first-floor,
and unlocked the piano, a very fine one, and in perfect tune.

Ina sat down, and performed a composition then in vogue.

"You play correctly, madam," said the spinster; "but your music--what
stuff! Such things are null. They vex the ear a little, but they never
reach the mind."

Ashmead was wroth, and could hardly contain himself; but the Klosking was