Hark! A band pours upon the silent night the mellow, passionate wail of "Robin Adair." The bright company stands listening and silent.

The festive scene, the hour, the flowers, the luxury of the place, the beauty of the women, impress the imagination, and touch the music with a softer melancholy.

Hal Battlebury's eyes are clear, but his heart is full of tears as he listens and thinks of Amy Waring.

He knows that all is in vain.

She has told him, with a sweet dignity that made her only lovelier and more inaccessible, that it can not be.