face. She loved going to concerts, she loved stopping with her cousin, she loved iced coffee and meringues. He did not doubt that she loved his sermon also. But before he left Tunbridge Wells he made a remark to the vicar, which he now made to Lucy herself when she closed the little piano and moved dreamily towards him:

“If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting both for us and for her.”

Lucy at once re-entered daily life.

“Oh, what a funny thing! Some one said just the same to mother, and she said she trusted I should never live a duet.”

“Doesn't Mrs. Honeychurch like music?”

“She doesn't mind it. But she doesn't like one to get excited over anything; she thinks I am silly about it. She thinks —