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| 374 Lost Harmony. “Stay, Phyllis; you have utterly mistaken my meaning there. Let me show you.” He took my seat then, and played to me. I have heard the chords played since a hundred times, but never once as they were played that night—while I stood there beside the open window, as far from him as I could stand, my fingers locked together and my eyes wide and aching, as—to keep back the tears—I kept them fixed high among the dry and thirsty leaves in the gardens. “That,” said Heinrich, gravely, as he rose, “is what I meant, Phyllis.” . “Tt is nothing,” I said, my voice stiff and hard; “the notes were just as I played them.” “Yes,” he said. ‘‘And to put your own meaning in the chords, and then to call correctness a mistake of mine is cruel, and unfair, and ” The sentence was not finished, and I had rushed past him before he had answered a word. But after that I never tried to play to Heinrich; and I soon forgot the books, which I had studied on purpose that I might talk of them to him and he to me. And thus the summer weeks went on. Herr Heinnch Werkle was acknowledged to be the first pianist in London—in England, people said: yet while the world grew wild and enthusiastic over his name he lived on just his old quiet life, devoted to his art, and happy in those high and solitary thoughts to which it alone could respond. And all this time I felt myself drifting farther and farther from him, by reason of my own jealous, angry thoughts. ‘¢ But suppose I am zof here when you return, Herr Heinrich.” He and I were in the hall together, as we happened to be going out at the Same time, and I only said that in jest because he had seemed to take it so thoroughly for granted that I should be awaiting him when he returned. ) He laughed as he opened the hall door. “I could not fancy it,” he said. ‘‘ Good-bye.” : I turned back to kiss Aunt Anna again; for—quick as thought—at his words a new resolution had taken hold of me. I would #o¢ come home. Heinrich should miss me and want me. Perhaps he would even come to fetch me, and tell me how dull and chilly the house had seemed without me. Perhaps “ken he would remember how I had always made things as bright as I could for him; and how he might have been a little—different to me. Perhaps he would be sorry. I had an old school friend living at Hampstead, and I went to her when my shopping was over, and we concocted a letter to Aunt Anna begging her to leave me “ for a time.” That “ time” seemed to be one of real enjoyment for us both, but I GONMGIOO SS (CO)