It was a little violin, and he lifted it as if it had been a flower or an infant, and laid his head lovingly upon it while he touched the strings. They, even those pizzicato hints, seemed to me to be sounds borne out of another sphere, so painfully susceptible I became instantly to the power of the instrument itself.
"It is to be the Grand Sonata, I see."
"No, sir," said Davy, who had come back with Miss Benette.
"Yes, but I shall not play with Mirandos; we settled that, Miss Lawrence and I."
"Who is Miss Lawrence?"
"An ally of mine."
"In the room?"
"Yes, yes. Don't talk, Davy; she is coming after me. Your servant, Miss Lawrence!"
I beheld a young lady in the doorway.
"So, Mr. Santonio, you are not ready? They are all very impatient for a sight of you."