I am holding my breath; I can't leave off.

Play something yourself." "It is absurd for me to play when you are present," said Madame de Cintre.

But the next moment she went to the piano and began to strike the keys with vehemence.

She played for some time, rapidly and brilliantly; when she stopped, Newman went to the piano and asked her to begin again.

She shook her head, and, on his insisting, she said, "I have not been playing for you; I have been playing for myself." She went back to the window again and looked out, and shortly afterwards left the room.