It led to something else the other day; but you will not care to hear about that I dare say ?' 'Oh yes I shall.

What ?' 'It led to my seeing,' said Tom, in a lower voice, 'one of the loveliest and most beautiful faces you can possibly picture to yourself.' 'And yet I am able to picture a beautiful one,' said his friend, thoughtfully, 'or should be, if I have any memory.' 'She came' said Tom, laying his hand upon the other's arm, 'for the first time very early in the morning, when it was hardly light; and when I saw her, over my shoulder, standing just within the porch, I turned quite cold, almost believing her to be a spirit.

A moment's reflection got the better of that, of course, and fortunately it came to my relief so soon, that I didn't leave off playing.' 'Why fortunately ?' 'Why?
Because she stood there, listening.

I had my spectacles on, and saw her through the chinks in the curtains as plainly as I see you; and she was beautiful.

After a while she glided off, and I continued to play until she was out of hearing.' 'Why did you do that ?' 'Don't you see ?' responded Tom.