"I wish," she said, "you could have heard what Mr.
Harum said this morning about your singing, particularly his description of The Lost Chord, and I wish that I could repeat it just as he gave it." "It's about a feller sittin' one day by the org'n," came a voice from behind John's shoulder, so like David's as fairly to startle him, "an' not feelin' exac'ly right--kind o' tired an' out o' sorts, an' not knowin' jest where he was drivin' at--jest joggin' along with a loose rein fer quite a piece, an' so on; an' then, by an' by, strikin' right into his gait an' goin' on stronger an' stronger, an' fin'ly finishin' up with an A--men that carries him quarter way 'round the track 'fore he c'n pull up." They all laughed except Miss Verjoos, whose gravity was unbroken, save that behind the dusky windows of her eyes, as she looked at John, there was for an instant a gleam of mischievous drollery.
"Good evening, Mr.Lenox," she said.

"I am very glad to see you," and hardly waiting for his response, she turned and walked away.
"That is Juliet all over," said her sister.

"You would not think to see her ordinarily that she was given to that sort of thing, but once in a while, when she feels like it--well--pranks! She is the funniest creature that ever lived, I believe, and can mimic and imitate any mortal creature.

She sat in the carriage this morning, and one might have fancied from her expression that she hardly heard a word, but I haven't a doubt that she could repeat every syllable that was uttered.
Oh, here come the Bensons and their musicians." John stepped back a pace or two toward the end of the room, but was presently recalled and presented to the newcomers.

After a little talk the Bensons settled themselves in the corner at the lower end of the room, where seats were placed for the two musicians, and our friend took a seat near where he had been standing.