“Not a bad instrument,” said Peace, carelessly; “it has a mellow, rich tone.”
He drew the bow across the strings and ran through a scale or so.
“You know how to handle the instrument, I can see that,” said Mrs. Bourne; “dear me, I should have supposed you to be a professional.”
“I have played in public,” observed our hero.
“So I should imagine; I am a devotee to music, Mr. Thompson.”
Peace, or rather Thompson, pointed to the piano in his room, and said “Do you do anything in that line?”
“I used to play very often, but am now out of practice. Indeed, I have not taken much interest in music of late years.”
“That is no reason for you not doing so now. See, I have here a charming piece set for the violin and piano. Will you accompany me?”
“I’ll do my best,” said Mrs. Bourne, who believed at the time that she had met with a kindred spirit.
She sat down at the instrument, and very soon convinced Mr. Thompson that she was an accomplished musician.