He felt the eyes of the man upon him, and stopped.

Then a little more--inches at a time, with his throat and jaw straight out along the floor! He was half-way to her--half-way across the room--when the wonderful sounds grew very soft and very low.
"Go on!" he heard the man urge in a low quick voice.

"Go on! Don't stop!" The girl turned her head, saw Kazan cringing there on the floor, and continued to play.

The man was still looking, but his eyes could not keep Kazan back now.

He went nearer, still nearer, until at last his outreaching muzzle touched her dress where it lay piled on the floor.
And then--he lay trembling, for she had begun to sing.