"Oh, his charming voice!" She paused again.

Her hand dropped from the piano, and took mine.
"Is this love ?" she said, half to herself, half to me.
My duty as a respectable woman lay clearly before me--my duty was to tell her a lie.
"It is nothing, my dear, but too much excitement and too much fatigue," I said.

"To-morrow you shall be my young lady again.

To-night you must be only my child.

Come, and let me put you to bed." She yielded with a weary sigh.