They had ever passed from event to event like minor royalties with endless little ceremonies and hospitalities; and there had been so little time to meditate--had there even been the wish?
The house was very still, and the far-off, muffled rumble of omnibuses and cabs gave a background of dignity to this interior peace and luxurious quiet.

For long she sat unmoving--nearly two hours--alone with her inmost thoughts.

Then she went to the little piano in the corner where stood the statue of Andromeda, and began to play softly.
Her fingers crept over the keys, playing snatches of things she knew years before, improvising soft, passionate little movements.

She took no note of time.

At last the clock struck twelve, and still she sat there playing.