"Jeanie, she, Miss Whitburn, asked us—will you play that last duet we played together, do you remember it?"
"Remember it! Oh, Frank, I can't, I've no violin."
"Yes. Here it is, she brought it here."
"It's all Toney."
"Miss Whitburn is a very wonderful person. Come, she said a chair was ready for you. Oh, my love, my love!"
Jeanie fled to the side door, then she sank into a chair that was close by. The next moment Frank Weston appeared on the platform amidst a storm of welcome. He did not smile or bow, but at once took his violin, nodded to the accompanist who had come by a later train, and began to play. All those who had a soul for music seemed to be lifted to another sphere, and even those who had not, watched with breathless wonder the face of the great musician. He saw only, sitting before him, Jeanie Hamilton, and she never took her eyes from him, for her there was no one else in the room.
Right at the other end of the barn Lewis Waycott sat next to Maud, who was still trembling with excitement.
"Oh, Lewis, it's too, too wonderful. The camellia you brought was his. It's all Toney's doing. I think she is the most wonderful person I have ever known—— You always appreciated her, you have nothing to be sorry for."
"Yes, I always did. How did she manage this?"
"I can't think how. He was so proud—I think Jeanie would soon have died—of a broken heart."