She had never sung since that day.

How could she?
There was not a song in all her collection that did not bring the anguish of some recollection of him, so she only played brilliant new, soulless fantasias, that were as empty as her heart.
When she arose from the instrument, she resumed her book and sat down at a table studiously; but Doctor Frank, watching her covertly, saw she did not turn over a page in an hour.

She was the first to retire--very early, looking pale and jaded to death.

Half an hour later, Eeny followed her, and then Captain Danton pushed away the chess-board impatiently.

He had been playing with the Doctor, and began pacing feverishly up and down the room.
"What shall I do with her ?" he exclaimed.