In the drawing-room Mamma said, "I won't have any of those asides between you and Mr. Vickers, do you hear?" Mary thought that so funny that she laughed. She knew what Mamma was thinking, but she was too happy to care. Her intelligence had found its mate. You played, and at the first sound of the piano he came in and stood by you and listened. You had only to play and you could make him come to you. He would get up and leave Dan in the smoking-room; he would leave Mamma in the garden. When you played the soft Schubert _Impromptu_ he would sit near you, very quiet; when you played the _Appassionata_ he would get up and stand close beside you. When you played the loud, joyful Chopin _Polonaise_ he would walk up and down; up and down the room. Saturday evening. Sunday evening. (He was going on Monday very early.) He sang, "'Es ist bestimmt in Gottes Rath Das man vom liebsten was man hat Muss scheiden.'" Dan called out from his corner, "Translate. Let's know what it's all about." He pounded out the accompaniment louder. "We won't, will we?" He jumped up suddenly. "Play the _Appassionata_." She played and he talked. "I can't play if you talk." "Yes, you can. I wish I hadn't got to go to-morrow." "Have you" (false note) "got to go?" "I suppose so." "If Dan asked you, would you stop?" "Yes." He slept in Papa's room. When she heard his door shut she went to Dan. "Dan, why don't you ask him to stay longer?" "Because I don't want him to." "I thought he was your friend." "He is my friend. The only one I've got." 'Then--why--?" "That's why." He shut the door on her. She got up early. Dan was alone in the dining-room. He said, "What have you come down for?" "To give you your breakfasts." "Don't be a little fool. Go back to your room." Mr. Vickers had come in. He stood by the doorway, looking at her and smiling. "Why this harsh treatment?" he said. He had heard Dan. Now and then he smiled again at Dan, who sat sulking over his breakfast. Dan went with him to Durlingham. He was away all night. Next day, at dinner-time, they appeared again together. Mr. Vickers had brought Dan back. He was going to stay for another week. At the Buck Hotel. VII. "Es ist bestimmt in Gottes Rath." He had no business to sing it, to sing it like that, so that you couldn't get the thing out of your head. That wouldn't have mattered if you could have got his voice out of your heart. It hung there, clawing, hurting. She resented this pain. "Das man vom liebsten was man hat," the dearest that we have, "muss schei-ei-eden, muss schei-ei-eden." Her fingers pressed and crept over the keys, in guilty, shamed silence; it would be awful if he heard you playing it, if Dan heard you or Mamma. You had only to play and you could make him come. Supposing you played the Schubert _Impromptu_--She found herself playing it.