I selected a song, not in the least knowing what it was, and rolling it up, was turning away.
“Are you busy, Miss Wedderburn?”
“N—no.”
“Would it be asking too much of you to play the pianoforte accompaniment?”
“I will try,” said I, speaking briefly, and slowly drawing off my gloves.
“If it is disagreeable to you, don’t do it,” said he, pausing.
“Not in the very least,” said I, avoiding looking at him.
He opened the music. It was one of Jensen’s “Wanderbilder” for piano and violin—the “Kreuz am Wege.”
“I have only tried it once before,” I remarked, “and I am a dreadful bungler.”
“Bitte sehr!” said he, smiling, arranging his own music on one of the stands and adding, “Now I am ready.”