Even Minna's singing had lost its charm, in my present frame of mind.

It was a relief to me when I could make my excuses, and leave the house.
On my way back to Main Street, when I could think freely, my doubts began to develop into downright suspicion.

Madame Fontaine could hardly hope, after what I had told her, to obtain the all-important interview with Mr.
Keller, through my aunt's intercession.

Had she seen her way to trying what Mr.Engelman's influence with his partner could do for her?
Would she destroy her formal acknowledgment of the receipt of his flowers, as soon as my back was turned, and send him a second letter, encouraging him to visit her?
And would she cast him off, without ceremony, when he had served her purpose?
These were the thoughts that troubled me on my return to the house.

When we met at supper, some hours later, my worst anticipations were realized.
Poor innocent Mr.Engelman was dressed with extraordinary smartness, and was in the highest good spirits.