In vain Kitty smiled, frowned, glanced at her pink cheeks in the glass, and stopped to look out of the window.

The room was filled with his love--it was encompassing her--and, despite his shy attitude, seemed to be almost embracing her.

But she managed at last to turn upon him a face that was now as white and grave as his own was eager and glowing.
"Sit down," she said gently.
He did so obediently, but wonderingly.

She then opened the piano and took a seat upon the music stool before it, placed some loose sheets of music in the rack, and ran her fingers lightly over the keys.

Thus intrenched, she let her hands fall idly in her lap, and for the first time raised her eyes to his.
"Now listen to me--be good and don't interrupt! There!--not so near; you can hear what I have to say well enough where you are.