_Merchant of Venice_. When the gentlemen came into the drawing-room, music was proposed. "Come, Addie, my dear, let me see you at the piano," said her father, laying his hand caressingly on the girl's fair head. "Not that it is quite my place to propose it, by-the-bye; but you see, my dear Mrs Eyrecourt, how thoroughly at home you have already made us all feel ourselves. I want you to hear Addie play." "Don't you sing?" inquired Gertrude, as Miss Chancellor rose, in accordance with her father's request. "No, she doesn't sing," said Mrs Chancellor, answering for her--"at least, very little. But she _plays_!" "If she _does_ play," thought Roma, "it will double her chances with Beauchamp." Then there came a little pause of rather solemn expectation. Captain Chancellor, as in duty bound, conducted Mademoiselle to the piano, gravely taking up his place behind her, near enough to perform the task of turning over the leaves, for Adelaide was one of those young ladies who are nowhere without their "notes." Roma, watching the pair closely, thoroughly took in the position. There was no fluster about Adelaide. She drew off her gloves quietly, and selected her piece of music with perfect composure, well satisfied evidently with the impression she was about to make on her audience, Captain Chancellor standing with ceremonious deference, stiff and silent, in his place. "They don't know him," thought Roma again. "Fortunately for their satisfaction in their little arrangement, they don't know how Beauchamp can look sometimes in such a position. Oh, you most foolish, contrariest of men!" But even Roma hardly knew how Beauchamp could look at such times. She had never seen him standing beside Eugenia, bending low his handsome head, to catch each varying expression of the beautiful face, each sweet, bright glance of the lovely, speaking eyes, as the pretty fingers softly played the music he loved best, or rested now and then idly on the keys. She was no great performer, but her perception and appreciation were delicate and vivid enough to satisfy even fastidious Beauchamp--fastidious on this point without affectation, for the man's love for music was deep and genuine. At no time was he so near to forgetting himself, so close to the consciousness of the higher and better things little dreamt of in the philosophy of his ordinary life, as when under its influence. How far Roma's singing had had to do with his imagining himself in love with her, it might be difficult to say. So there was reason for Gertrude's feeling anxious, and Roma curious, as to the sort of "playing" of which Miss Chancellor was capable. She began at last--not noisily, she was too well taught for that; but nevertheless she had not got through half-a-dozen bars, before Roma knew that the less she and the piano had to do with each other in Beauchamp's presence, the better for Gertrude's plans.