"Do not say such words, dearest, not even in jest; you do not know how it
hurts me. Do you think I would have refused to play that piece for papa for
a slight reason, Guy?"
"No, but tell me the reason, wifie. Come, no secrets from your hubby,
mind," looking into her eyes with a teasing glance. "You know you told me
you only played it when you were sentimentally inclined, and you must only
be 'sentimentally inclined' in my direction now, so what is the secret?"
kissing the lips so temptingly near.
"You are welcome to the secret, dearest, if I can put it into words, but
not to the music, I fear, unless you will stand where I shall not see that
you are watching me. There are some things hard to explain, and the effect
of that piece of music upon me is one of them. Had I played it for papa,
it would have grieved instead of pleased him, for it generally makes me
cry; though why it has such power over me I do not quite understand. I have
only played it before one person, and he understood it; so I did not mind."
"Now you have made me more curious than ever, little wife. You have played
it for one person, and that person a gentleman, and yet you cannot play it
for me.
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