Now, Dexie, how could you break my heart by such a confession!"
said he, laughing.
"It was only Lancy Gurney, so don't be foolish," leaning her head
confidingly on his shoulder.
"_Only_ Lancy Gurney! Worse and worse!" laughing gaily, as he held up her
face to meet his gaze. "Don't tell me you are 'sentimentally inclined' in
_his_ direction yet, or I shall do something desperate."
"How can I tell you about it, if you laugh? I am afraid you will not
understand it, if you look at it seriously!"
"Well, try me, anyway," and he drew her on to his knee.
"I fear it needs a musician's heart to understand it. I do not mean that
the piece is so very difficult, but it has such strange, peculiar chords,
which sound so exquisitely sweet, that it makes the tears come, no matter
how hard I try to repress them. It affected Lancy the same way, so I did
not mind playing it before him, but you see I could not give any reasonable
explanation for my tears had I played it for you at papa's request."
"Say no more, little wife. I'll not tease you about it again; but let me
confess a little sin. I listened to you one night through the open window
when you were playing that piece, and I saw you in tears, too, but I did
not rightly guess the cause of them.
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