She nodded again. Then:
"Hold it close to my ear," she said, in a whisper, keeping her eyes upon him.
He obeyed. Once his hand touched her ear, and she felt its warm dryness, and she sighed.
"Salve Dimora" ceased.
"Another!" she said.
And she said, "Another!" and "Another!" until the box's repertoire was finished, and then she made him turn on once more, "Come o'er the Moonlit Sea!"
Her gloves lay on the divan beside her, and she did not draw them on again. She did not even pick them up till the heat of the sun's rays was declining, and the musical box had long been silent.
"I must go," she said at last.
She put her hands up to her disordered hair.
"Indeed I must."