'He is very devoted to her, I know,' said Edith, 'and I daresay he's a little in love with her--in a way. But she--' 'C'est tout le contraire, chere. Lui, c'est moins; il est flatte. Il la trouve une femme intelligente,' he laughed. 'Mais elle! Tu est folle de ne pas voir ca, Edith. Enfin! Si ca l'amuse?' With a laugh he got up, to loud applause, and went to the little white enamelled piano. There, with a long cigar in his mouth, he struck a few notes, and at once magnetised his audience. The mere touch of his fingers on the piano thrilled everyone present. He sang a composition of his own, which even the piano-organ had never succeeded in making hackneyed, 'Adieu, Hiver,' and melodious as only Italian music can be. Blue beams flashed from his eyes; he seemed in a dream. Suddenly in the most impassioned part, which he was singing in a composer's voice, that is, hardly any voice, but with perfect art, he caught Madame Frabelle's eye, and gave her a solemn wink. She burst out laughing. He then went on singing with sentiment and grace. All the women present imagined that he was making love to them, while each man felt that he, personally, was making love to his ideal woman. Such was the effect of Landi's music. It made the most material, even the most unmusical, remember some little romance, some _tendresse_, some sentiment of the past; Landi seemed to get at the soft spot in everybody's heart. All the audience looked dreamy. Edith was thinking of Aylmer Ross. Where was he now? Would she ever see him again? Had she been wise to throw away her happiness like that? She tried to put the thought aside, but she observed, with a smile, that Madame Frabelle looked--and not when he was looking at her--a shade tenderly at Bruce. Edith remembered what Landi had said: 'Si ca l'amuse?' She found an opportunity to tell him that Madame Frabelle believed in her own intuitions, and had got it into her head that she and Mr. Mitchell were attached to one another. 'Naturellement. Elle veut s'excuser; la pauvre.' 'But she really believes it.' 'Elle voit double, alors!' exclaimed Landi. CHAPTER VI Edith and Madame Frabelle had long talks next day over the little dinner-party, and the people of their intimate circle whom she had met. She was delighted with Landi, though a little frightened of him, as most people were when they first knew him, unless he really liked them immensely. She impressed on Edith to beware of Mr. Mitchell. Bruce, for once, had really been satisfied with his own entertainment, and declared to Edith that Madame Frabelle had made it go off splendidly.