I do, really!" Fenton smiled down at her.
"I shall count on you, then, when I give mine." Nan laughed.
"It's a solemn pledge--provided I'm still cumbering the ground.

And now, tell me, are you singing here this evening ?" "I promised Mrs.Seymour.

Would you be good enough to accompany ?" "I should love it.

What are you going to sing ?" "Miss Craig and I proposed to give a duet." "And here comes Kitty--to claim your promise, I guess." A few minutes later the two singers' voices were blending delightfully together, while Nan's slight, musician's fingers threaded their way through intricacies of the involved accompaniment.
She was a wonderful accompanist--rarest of gifts--and when, at the end of the song, the restrained, well-bred applause broke out, Peter Mallory's share of it was offered as much to the accompanist as to the singers themselves.
"Stay where you are, Nan," cried Kitty, as the girl half rose from the music-seat.

"Stay where you are and play us something." Knowing Nan's odd liking for a dim light, she switched off most of the burners as she spoke, leaving only one or two heavily shaded lights still glowing.