Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," and, as Hugh lifted his eyes, she
swept him an elaborate courtesy.
Hugh was too vexed to take any further part in the discussion, and he soon
withdrew, intending to find out what it was that drew Dexie away from the
pleasant gathering.
When Dexie entered the parlor next door, she found Lancy seated at the
piano, looking quite unlike himself.
"What is it, Lancy?" going over to his side. "Why did you not come into our
house to-night?"
"I have come across something unusual, Dexie, and I could not leave the
piano until I mastered it. Sit here and listen."
Lancy's hands moved across the keys, drawing forth such thrilling chords
that her heart was stirred to its lowest depths.
"Stop, Lancy, I cannot bear it," said she at last, laying her hand on
Lancy's arm before he had finished a page.
Lancy looked up into the agitated face so near him, saying in a tremulous
voice:
"Then I am not mistaken about it, since it affects you the same as myself.
What is there about those chords that thrills our hearts so painfully? It
is the only piece of music that has ever so affected me.
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