Raising it, she disclosed a face which was pale, chaste, and beautiful as that of a Madonna.
“I cannot think of turning you out of your seat, sir,” she said, in a voice of ineffable sweetness.
“Nay,” returned the other, “I must beg of you to be seated. I can do very well here. Do, pray, take the place.”
She smiled sweetly, and sat down.
The performance proceeded.
He noticed that she was expensively dressed, and presented altogether a most aristocratic appearance.
He stood by her side and conversed with her upon the quality of the music and the executants of the same.
He was greatly pleased with her society, and when the concert came to an end offered to escort her out of the hall.
She fixed her eyes on him. As he glanced at those eyes, so full of languor and love, he started and blushed.
She did not blush, but she looked modestly on the ground.