Suppose you call too.

You know her, of course ?" Mary replied that she did, and was about to speak of the relationship between them, when Mr.Stuart abruptly changed the conversation, and in a moment more they were at Mrs.Campbell's door.
Ella was so much delighted at again seeing Mr.Stuart, that she hardly noticed her sister at all, and did not even ask her to remove her bonnet.

After conversing a while upon indifferent subjects, Mr.Stuart asked Ella to play, saying he was very fond of music.

But Ella, like other fashionable ladies, "couldn't of course play any thing,--was dreadfully out of practice, and besides that her music was all so old-fashioned." Mr.Stuart had probably seen such cases before, and knew how to manage them, for he continued urging the matter, until Ella arose, and throwing back her curls, sauntered to wards the piano, saying she should be obliged to have some one turn the leases for her.

Mr.Stuart of course volunteered his services, and after a violent turning of the music-stool by way of elevating it, and a turning back by way of lowering it, Ella with the air of a martyr, declared herself ready to play whatever Mr.Stuart should select, provided it were not "old." A choice being made she dashed off into a spirited waltz, skipping a good many notes, and finally ending with a tremendous crash.