But seldom is the strength given to man, in such moments, to choose for himself.

Though he may see the other way clearly, his feet cling to the path he has elected to follow; nor will he, unless some one takes him by the hand saying, "Come," turn aside.
A voice, not at all in harmony with the music, broke upon the artist's consciousness.

He turned to see Mrs.Taine standing expectantly in the open door.

"Hush!" said the painter, still under the spell of that moment so big with possibilities.

"Listen,"-- with a gesture, he checked her advance,--"listen." A look of haughty surprise flashed over the woman's too perfect features.
Then, as her ear caught the tones of the violin, she half turned--but only for a moment.
"Very clever, isn't it," she said as she came forward "It must be old Professor Becker.