It's strange you don't take more interest in such a voice as that, when you are so full of music.

Will you have the goodness to ring for my shawl ?" With a decision almost peremptory in its tone, he said, "No; I had rather you would _not_ go out." Seeing that his manner excited some surprise, he patted her head and added: "Mind your husband now, that's a good child.

Amuse yourself at the piano while I go out." She pouted a little, but finished by saying coaxingly, "Come back soon, dear." She attempted to follow him far enough to look out on the veranda, but he gently put her back, and, kissing his hand to her, departed.

She raised a corner of the curtain and peeped out to catch the last glimpse of his figure.

The moon was rising, and she could see that he walked slowly, peering into spots of dense shadow or thickets of shrubbery, as if looking for some one.