Wild with indignation, rage, and burning shame, he knew that to betray himself would be to invite a thousand sneering questions and insinuations to besmirch the name of the girl he loved.
In the continued applause and laughter that followed the drinking of the millionaire's toast, the artist caught the admiring words, "Bully old sport." "Isn't he game ?" "He has certainly traveled some pace in his day." "The girl is a beauty." "Let's have her in again." This last expression was so insistently echoed that Mrs.Taine--who, through it all, had been covertly watching Aaron King's face, and whose eyes were blazing now with something more than the effect of the wine she had been drinking--was forced to yield.

A servant left the room, and, a moment later, reappeared, followed by Sibyl.
The girl was greeted, now, by hearty applause which she, accepting as an expression of the company's appreciation of her music, received with smiling pleasure.

The artist, his heart and soul aflame with his awakening love, fought for self-control.

Conrad Lagrange, catching his eye, again, silently bade him wait.
Sibyl lifted her violin and the noisy company was stilled.

Slowly, under the spell of the music that, to him, was a message from the mountain heights, Aaron King grew calm.