She herself probably found them somewhat overpowering, for her large glittering fan was in constant motion and fluttered violently, when in answer to her curt: "Quick, quick," Henrica returned a resolute "no, 'ma tante.'" The old lady, however, was not at all disconcerted by the refusal, but merely repeated her "Quick, quick," more positively, adding as an important reason: "Monseigneur has come and wants to hear you." "He does me great honor," replied the young girl, "great honor, but how often must I repeat: I will not come." "Is it allowable to ask why not, my fair one ?" said the old lady.
"Because I am not fit for your society," cried Henrica vehemently, "because my head aches and my eyes burn, because I can't sing to-day, and because--because--because--I entreat you, leave me in peace." Old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten let her fan sink by her side, and said coolly: "Were you singing two hours ago--yes or no ?" "Yes." "Then your headache can't be so very bad, and Denise will dress you." "If she comes, I'll send her away.

When I just took the harp, I did so to sing the pain away.

It was relieved for a few minutes, but now my temples are throbbing with twofold violence." "Excuses." "Believe what you choose.

Besides--even if I felt better at this moment than a squirrel in the woods.

I wouldn't go down to see the gentlemen.