He arose with alacrity, and they passed out together. I did not see her again that night.
The next morning, finding me alone for a moment, she approached, hesitatingly, and said:
"I don't think I ought to judge for you."
"Do you wish me to go?" I asked, sadly, interpreting her thought.
She became very pale, and turned away as she replied, "Perhaps you had better. I think you would rather go."
"No, I'd rather stay; but I'll do as you wish."
She did not reply, and went quickly to her piano.
I turned and entered the dining-room where Mrs. Yocomb and Adah were clearing away the breakfast. Mr. Yocomb was writing in his little office adjoining.
"I think it is time I said good-by and went back to New York."
In the outcry that followed, Miss Warren's piano became silent.