Mr.Howard stood at Miss Danton's right elbow devotedly turning the music; and in a little cozy velvet sofa, just big enough for two, Reginald and Rose were tete-a-tete.
In the changed days that came after, Doctor Frank remembered that picture--the exquisite face at the piano, the slender and stately form, the handsome man, and the pretty coquette on the sofa.

The song sung that night brought the tableau as vividly before him years and years after, as when he saw it then.
The song was ended.

Miss Danton's ringed white fingers were flying over the keys in a brilliant waltz.

George Howard and Rose were floating round and round, in air, as it seemed, and Stanford was watching with half-closed eyes.

And in the midst of all, above the ringing music and the sighing of the wild wind, there came the clanging of sleigh-bells and a loud ring at the house-door.