"I'm very glad you've come," he said gallantly, leading her over to the double window where there was a chintz-covered seat. "I've wanted very much to talk to you."
She followed him protestingly.
"But I didn't come to be talked to. I came to listen to you play."
"You always arrive in the midst of music," he laughed. "I played you in, without knowing it. That was an Elfentanz——"
"What's that?"
"A dance of the Elves—the fairies." And then, with a laugh, "And the little devils."
"The little devils? You mean me!"
"Elf—fairy and devil too—but mostly elf."
"I'm not sure I like that—but I do like the music. Please play it again."
She was so lovely in her eagerness that he couldn't refuse, his fingers straying from the dance by slow transitions into something more quiet, the "Romance" of Sibelius, and then after that into a gay little scherzo, at the end of which he turned suddenly to find her flushed and breathless, regarding him in a kind of awe.