"That you had given it to me," she answered.
"You are not superstitious enough to believe that the four-leaved clover brings good luck?" he said, looking at her with a smile in his twilight-colored eyes.
"Oh, no," she answered, with frank innocence; "I was pleased because I thought it seemed a silent message from you to me to say that you wish me well."
[CHAPTER XI.]
Ronald Valchester was a fine musician, and had a beautiful voice. No one would sing or play after him usually.
The contrast was too great. Perhaps it was for that very reason that Violet asked Jaquelina to play directly after Valchester had vacated the piano-stool after singing an exquisite air from a favorite opera.
For a moment Jaquelina seemed tempted to refuse. The warm color rose into her cheek as they all looked at her, her scarlet lips trembled, but Violet said quickly:
"You must not refuse, Lina. We have all played now but you, and it would not be fair for you to decline."
"Allow me," said Walter Earle, gently leading her to the piano.