Kiss me, Lenore, and kiss me again
And give me a thousand kisses
The slender tones sang through the room, when she stopped.
She listened, but could not hear his footstep. He was sitting in one of the big chairs and did not move.
She looked at him for a moment over her shoulder. Then she rose and closed the instrument, with as much noise as she could:
“Good-night, Cordt.”
“Good-night.”
Then she turned very red and very pale and went away with moist and angry eyes.