But to have to perform upon that instrument to the darling of our hearts--would we not rather die?
nay, almost rather end the duet precipitately and with violence.

Evan, when he passed Drummond into the house, and quietly returned his gaze, endured the first shock of this strange feeling.
There could be no doubt that he was playing second fiddle to Rose.

And what was he about to do?
Oh, horror! to stand like a criminal, and say, or worse, have said for him, things to tip the ears with fire! To tell the young lady's mother that he had won her daughter's love, and meant--what did he mean?
He knew not.

Alas! he was second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant.

Evan loved Rose deeply and completely, but noble manhood was strong in him.