He sank into a low seat at her feet, and motioned to the piano.
"Go on playing," he said.
She started at his hoarse, dry voice, but turned to the piano, and played softly, and presently she knew, rather than saw, that he had hidden his face in his hands.
Then she stopped and bent over him.
"Now tell me, Ley!" she murmured.
He looked up with a bitter smile that cut her to the heart.
"It is soon told, Lil," he said, in a low voice, "and it is only an old, old story!"
"Ley!"
"I can tell you—I could tell only you, Lil—in a very few words. I have loved—and been deceived."
She did not speak, but she put her hand on his head where it lay like a peaceful benediction.