Frank thrilled at seeing his wife's hand in his mother's.
Marion nodded over the piano at the men, and presently played a snatch of Carmen, then wandered off into the barbaric strength of Tannhauser, and as suddenly again into the ballet music of Faust.
"Why so wilful, my girl ?" asked her father, who had a keen taste for music.

"Why this tangle?
Let us have something definite." Marion sprang up from the piano.

"I can't.

I'm not definite myself to-night." Then, turning to Lali: "Lali dear, sing something--do! Sing my favourite, 'The Chase of the Yellow Swan.'" This was a song which in the later days at Greyhope, Lali had sung for Marion, first in her own language, with the few notes of an Indian chant, and afterwards, by the help of the celebrated musician who had taught her both music and singing, both of which she had learned but slowly, it was translated and set to music.

Lali looked Marion steadily in the eyes for a moment and then rose.