Conolly looked grave.

The young lady referred to closed her lips; frowned; said nothing.

Marmaduke chuckled.
"Perhaps you would rather play your own accompaniment," said the clergyman, weakly.
Conolly shook his head decisively, and said, "I can do only one thing at a time, sir." "Oh, they are not very critical: they are only workmen," said the clergyman, and then reddened deeply as Marmaduke gave him a very perceptible nudge.
"I'll not take advantage of that, as I am only a workman myself," said Conolly.

"I had rather leave the song out than accompany myself." "Pray dont suppose that I wish to be disagreeable, Mr.Lind," said Miss McQuinch, as the company looked doubtfully at her; "but I have disgraced myself too completely to trust my fingers again.

I should spoil the song if I played the accompaniment." "I think you might try, Nell," said Marmaduke, reproachfully.
"I might," retorted Miss McQuinch; "but I wont." "If somebody doesnt go out and do something, there will be a shindy," said Marmaduke.
Marian hesitated a moment and then rose.