He rose and went to the end of the room where the pianist was sitting. "I have been asked to sing," he said to that gentleman. "Can I induce you to be so kind as to play for me?" "I am sure he will," said Mrs. Benson, looking at Herr Schlitz. "Oh, yes, I blay for you if you vant," he said. "Vhere is your moosic?" They went over to the piano. "Oh, ho! Jensen, Lassen, Helmund, Grieg--you zing dem?" "Some of them," said John. The pianist opened the Jensen album. "You want to zing one of dese?" he asked. "As well as anything," replied John, who had changed his mind a dozen times in the last ten minutes and was ready to accept any suggestion. "Ver' goot," said the other. "Ve dry dis: Lehn deine wang' an meine Wang'." His face brightened as John began to sing the German words. In a measure or two the singer and player were in perfect accord, and as the former found his voice the ends of his fingers grew warm again. At the end of the song the applause was distributed about as after the Chopin waltz. "Sehr schoen!" exclaimed Herr Schlitz, looking up and nodding; "you must zing zome more," and he played the first bars of Marie, am Fenster sitzest du, humming the words under his breath, and quite oblivious of any one but himself and the singer. "Zierlich," he said when the song was done, reaching for the collection of Lassen. "Mit deinen blauen Augen," he hummed, keeping time with his hands, but at this point Miss Clara came across the room, followed by her sister. "Mrs. Tenaker," she said, laughing, "asked me to ask you, Mr. Lenox, if you wouldn't please sing something they could understand." "I have a song I should like to hear you sing," said Miss Verjoos. "There is an obligato for violin and we have a violinist here. It is a beautiful song--Tosti's Beauty's Eyes. Do you know it?" "Yes," he replied. "Will you sing it for me?" she asked. "With the greatest pleasure," he answered. Once, as he sang the lines of the song, he looked up. Miss Verjoos was sitting with her elbows on the arm of her chair, her cheek resting upon her clasped hands and her dusky eyes were fastened upon his face. As the song concluded she rose and walked away. Mrs. Tenaker came over to the piano and put out her hand. "Thank you so much for your singing, Mr. Lenox," she said. "Would you like to do an old woman a favor?" "Very much so," said John, smiling and looking first at Mrs. Tenaker and then about the room, "but there are no old women here as far as I can see." "Very pretty, sir, very pretty," she said, looking very graciously at him. "Will you sing Annie Laurie for me?" "With all my heart," he said, bowing. He looked at Herr Schlitz, who shook his head. "Let me play it for you," said Mrs. Benson, coming over to the piano. "Where do you want it?" she asked, modulating softly from one key to another. "I think D flat will be about right," he replied. "Kindly play a little bit of it."