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PART I - CHAPTER III
A VENDOR OF VISIONS


and began to fold it. Lettie also seemed ill at ease. She had teased him till the sense of his awkwardness had become uncomfortable. Now she felt sorry, and a trifle repentant, so she went to the piano, as she always did to dispel her moods. When she was angry she played tender fragments of Tchaikovsky; when she was miserable, Mozart. Now she played Handel in a manner that suggested the plains of heaven in the long notes, arYd in the little trills as if she were waltzing up the ladder of Jacob's dream like the damsels in Blake's pictures. I often told her she flattered herself scandalously through the piano; but generally she pretended not to understand me, and occasionally she surprised me by a sudden rush of tears to her eyes. For George's sake, she played Gounod's ' Ave Maria,' knowing that the sentiment of the chant would appeal to him, and make him sad, forgetful of the petty evils of this life. I smiled as I watched the cheap spell working. When she had finished, her fingers lay motionless for a minute on the keys, then she spun round, and looked him straight in the eyes, giving promise of a smile. But he glanced down at her knee.
'You are tired of music,' she said.
'No,' he replied, shaking his head.
'Like it better than salad?' she asked with a flash of raillery.
He looked up at her with a sudden smile, but did not reply. He was not handsome; his features were too often in a heavy repose; but when he looked up and smiled unexpectedly, he flooded her with an access of tenderness.
'Then you 'll have a little more,' said she, and she turned again to the piano. She played soft, wistful morsels, then suddenly broke off in the midst of one sentimental plaint, and left the piano, dropping into a low chair by the fire. There she sat and looked at him. He was conscious that her eyes were fixed on him, but he dared not look back at her, so he pulled his moustache.
`You are only a boy, after all,' she said to him quietly. Then he turned and asked her why.
'It is a boy that you are,' she repeated, leaning back in her chair, and smiling lazily at him.
' I never thought so,' he replied seriously.

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