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He
paused
,
and
again
we
were
all
silent
,
gazing
at
him
.
Lady
Sibyl
's
eyes
indeed
,
rested
upon
him
with
such
absorbed
interest
,
that
I
became
somewhat
irritated
,
and
was
glad
,
when
turning
towards
the
Countess
once
more
,
he
said
quietly
.
"
Shall
I
give
you
some
music
now
,
Madame
?
"
She
murmured
assent
,
and
followed
him
with
a
vaguely
uneasy
glance
as
he
crossed
over
to
the
grand
piano
and
sat
down
.
I
had
never
heard
him
either
play
or
sing
;
in
fact
so
far
as
his
accomplishments
went
,
I
knew
nothing
of
him
as
yet
except
that
he
was
a
perfect
master
of
the
art
of
horsemanship
.
With
the
first
few
bars
he
struck
I
half
started
from
my
chair
in
amazement
;
--
could
a
mere
pianoforte
produce
such
sounds
?
--
or
was
there
some
witchery
hidden
in
the
commonplace
instrument
,
unguessed
by
any
other
performer
?
I
stared
around
me
,
bewildered
--
I
saw
Miss
Charlotte
drop
her
knitting
abstractedly
--
Diana
Chesney
,
lying
lazily
back
in
one
corner
of
the
sofa
,
half
closed
her
eyelids
in
dreamy
ecstasy
--
Lord
Elton
stood
near
the
fire
resting
one
arm
on
the
mantelpiece
and
shading
his
fuzzy
brows
with
his
hand
--
and
Lady
Sibyl
sat
beside
her
mother
,
her
lovely
face
pale
with
emotion
,
while
on
the
worn
features
of
the
invalided
lady
there
was
an
expression
of
mingled
pain
and
pleasure
difficult
to
describe
.
The
music
swelled
into
passionate
cadence
--
melodies
crossed
and
re-crossed
each
other
like
rays
of
light
glittering
among
green
leaves
--
voices
of
birds
and
streams
and
tossing
waterfalls
chimed
in
with
songs
of
love
and
playful
merriment
;
--
anon
came
wilder
strains
of
grief
and
angry
clamour
;
cries
of
despair
were
heard
echoing
through
the
thunderous
noise
of
some
relentless
storm
--
farewells
everlastingly
shrieked
amid
sobs
of
reluctant
shuddering
agony
;
--
and
then
,
as
I
listened
,
before
my
eyes
a
black
mist
gathered
slowly
,
and
I
thought
I
saw
great
rocks
bursting
asunder
into
flame
,
and
drifting
islands
in
a
sea
of
fire
--
faces
,
wonderful
,
hideous
,
beautiful
,
peered
at
me
out
of
a
darkness
denser
than
night
,
and
in
the
midst
of
this
there
came
a
tune
,
complete
in
sweetness
and
suggestion
--
a
piercing
sword-like
tune
that
plunged
into
my
very
heart
and
rankled
there
--
--
my
breath
failed
me
--
my
senses
swam
--
I
felt
that
I
must
move
,
speak
,
cry
out
,
and
implore
that
this
music
,
this
horribly
insidious
music
should
cease
ere
I
swooned
with
the
voluptuous
poison
of
it
--
when
,
with
a
full
chord
of
splendid
harmony
that
rolled
out
upon
the
air
like
a
breaking
wave
,
the
intoxicating
sounds
ebbed
away
into
silence
.
No
one
spoke
--
our
hearts
were
yet
beating
too
wildly
with
the
pulsations
roused
by
that
wondrous
lyric
storm
.
Diana
Chesney
was
the
first
to
break
the
spell
.
"
Well
,
that
beats
everything
I
've
ever
heard
!
"
she
murmured
tremulously
.
I
could
say
nothing
--
I
was
too
occupied
with
my
own
thoughts
.
Something
in
the
music
had
instilled
itself
into
my
blood
,
or
so
I
fancied
,
and
the
clinging
subtle
sweetness
of
it
,
moved
me
to
strange
emotions
that
were
neither
wise
,
nor
worthy
of
a
man
.
I
looked
at
Lady
Sibyl
;
she
was
very
pale
--
her
eyes
were
cast
down
and
her
hands
were
trembling
.
On
a
sudden
impulse
I
rose
and
went
to
Rimânez
where
he
still
sat
at
the
piano
,
his
hands
dumbly
wandering
over
the
keys
.
"
You
are
a
great
master
"
--
I
said
--
"
A
wonderful
performer
!
But
do
you
know
what
your
music
suggests
?
"
He
met
my
fixed
gaze
,
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
shook
his
head
.
