"Tell me! Did he propose to you at the piano? Did he propose? Tell me now."
And Miss Anney, embraced her neck with her arms and kissing her cordially, whispered in her ear:
"Almost."
"What?--at the piano! I guessed it at once! Ho, ho! I am thoroughly conversant with such matters. But how was that? Almost? How, almost?"
"For I know that he loves me--"
"Laudie? What did he say to you?"
"He did not even have to say it."
"I understand, I understand perfectly."
Miss Anney, though her eyes were moist, began to laugh, and, hugging the little violinist again, said:
"Let us now return to the salon."