"No. I only suggested a little piu lento! You take it too fast."

"Ah! Well, I want to talk to Luke. Come, Agatha."

"I tremble at the thought of my own temerity," said Miss Ingham-
Baker, as she seated herself on a music-stool with a great rustle of
silks and considerable play of her white arms.

"Are you bold?" inquired the Count, with impenetrable suavity.

"I am--to attempt your accompaniments. I expect to be found fault
with."

"It will at all events be a novelty," he answered, setting the music
in order.

The Spaniard opened the music-book and indicated the page. Agatha
dashed at it with characteristic confidence, and the voice of the
violin came singing softly into the melody. It was a better
performance than the last. Agatha's playing was much less correct,
but as she went on she forgot herself, and she put something into
the accompaniment which Mrs. Harrington had left out. It was not
time, neither was it a stricter attention to the composer's
instructions. It was only a possibility, after all.

In the other room Mrs. Ingham-Baker slumbered still. Mrs.
Harrington, unmoved in her grey silk dress, was talking with her
usual incisiveness, and Luke was listening gravely. When the piece
was done, Mrs. Harrington said over her shoulder -