"Miss Blunt," I said, "do you remember the first evening I passed beneath your roof, last June?"
"Perfectly," she replied, without stopping.
"You played this same piece."
"Yes; I played it very badly, too. I only half knew it. But it is a showy piece, and I wished to produce an effect. I didn't know then how indifferent you are to music."
"I paid no particular attention to the piece. I was intent upon the performer."
"So the performer supposed."
"What reason had you to suppose so?"
"I'm sure I don't know. Did you ever know a woman to be able to give a reason, when she has guessed aright?"
"I think they generally contrive to make up a reason, afterwards. Come, what was yours?"
"Well, you stared so hard."