"I knew they were dead!"
As she happened to be both wise and kind, the young woman hesitated no
longer. "If I brought you a note from her you would believe me, wouldn't
you?"
"No," he replied, stubbornly.
"Isn't there any way you would know, without seeing her?"
He considered for a few moments. "I'd know if I heard her play," he said
at length. "There's no one who could play just the way she does."
"Suppose I ask her to come over sometimes and play the piano downstairs
for a few minutes at a time, very softly. Would you like that?"
"Yes--that is, I don't mind." He was sure, now, that his trap was in
working order, for no one could deceive him at the piano--he would
recognise Rose at the first chord.
"Excuse me just a minute, please." She returned presently with the news
that Rose would come as soon as she could. "Can't you go to sleep now?"
she suggested.
Allison smiled ironically. How transparent she was!
She wanted him to go to sleep and when he awoke, she would tell him that
Rose had been there, and had played, and had just gone.
"No," he answered, "I don't want to go to sleep.
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