A gay group surrounded the table, that seemed floating on a tide of laughter; or rather making an eddy, in 'which their spirits were whirling.' As soon as supper was over, she told Mr.Regulus to lead her to the piano, as she was literally dying to play.

There was no instrument at Dr.Harlowe's but a jew's-harp, and the tongue of that was broken.

As she seated herself at the piano, Mr.Regulus reached forward and took up a violin which was lying upon it.
"Do you play ?" she asked eagerly.
"I used to play a good deal when a boy, but that was a long time ago," he answered, drawing the bow across the strings with no unskilful hand.
"Delightful, charming!" she exclaimed.

"Can you play '_Come, haste to the wedding_ ?'" He replied by giving the inspiring air, which she accompanied in her wild, exciting manner, laughing and shaking her head with irrepressible glee.

I was astonished to see my dignified tutor thus lending himself for the amusement of the evening.