A musical box is as good as that man's playing.

This is how he does it!" Her girlish good spirits had revived in her friend's company.

She turned gaily to the piano, and amused herself by imitating Mr.Le Frank.
Another knock at the door--a single peremptory knock this time--stopped the performance.
Miss Minerva had left the door ajar, when Carmina had prevented her from quitting the room.

She looked through the open space, and discovered--Mr.Le Frank.
His bald head trembled, his florid complexion was livid with suppressed rage.

"That little devil has run away!" he said--and hurried down the stairs again, as if he dare not trust himself to utter a word more.
"Has he heard me ?" Carmina asked in dismay.
"He may only have heard you playing." Offering this hopeful suggestion, Miss Minerva felt no doubt, in her own mind, that Mr.Le Frank was perfectly well acquainted with Carmina's opinion of him.