"I'm afraid there are moments in life when even Schubert has nothing to say to us.

We must admit, however, that they are our worst." "I'm not in that state now then," said Isabel.

"On the contrary I should be so glad if you would play something more." "If it will give you pleasure--delighted." And this obliging person took her place again and struck a few chords, while Isabel sat down nearer the instrument.

Suddenly the new-comer stopped with her hands on the keys, half-turning and looking over her shoulder.

She was forty years old and not pretty, though her expression charmed.