"I asked how much you would be willing to pay?"
"And then?"
"And then, if you looked 'respectable'."
"And then?"
"That was all. I told father to do as he pleased."
She continued to play. Leaning back in my chair, I continued to look at her. There was a considerable pause.
"Miss Esther," said I, at last.
"Yes."
"Excuse me for interrupting you so often. But,"—and I got up and went to the piano,—"but I thank Heaven that it has brought you and me together."
She looked up at me and bowed her head with a little smile, as her hands still wandered over the keys.