By the light of the street lamp under which it stopped we could see that it held a piano and two persons beside the driver.

The man was masked, and wore a soft felt hat and a velvet coat.

He seated himself at the piano and played a Chopin waltz with decided sentiment and brilliancy; then, touching the keys idly for a moment or two, he struck a few chords of prelude and turned towards the woman who sat beside him.

She rose, and, laying one hand on the corner of the instrument, began to sing one of the season's favourites, 'The Song that reached my Heart.' She also was masked, and even her figure was hidden by a long dark cloak the hood of which was drawn over her head to meet the mask.

She sang so beautifully, with such style and such feeling, it seemed incredible to hear her under circumstances like these.