He is listening so hard, he is looking so intensely, that he forgets to speak, and Perpetua's sudden gaiety forsakes her.

Is he angry?
Does he think----?
"It's _only_ a concert," says she, flushing and hesitating.

"Do you think that one should not go to a concert when----" "Yes ?" questions the professor abstractedly, as she comes to a full stop.

He has never seen her dressed like this before.

She is all in black to be sure, but _such_ black, and her air! She looks quite the little heiress, like a little queen indeed--radiant, lovely.
_"Well_--when one is in mourning," says she somewhat impatiently, the color once again dyeing her cheek.