Another melody followed, a melody she had heard from one end of France to the other.

She frowned, not with displeasure, but with puzzlement.

For what purpose did a soldier of the German empire play the battle hymn of the French republic?
_The Marseillaise_?
She entered the music-room, and the low but vibrant chords ceased instantly.

Breitmann had been playing these melodies standing.

He turned quickly.
"I beg your pardon," he said, but perfectly free from embarrassment.
"I am very fond of music myself.