Jane struck it softly, lingeringly; then rose, turned from the piano, and was leaving the platform, when a sudden burst of wild applause broke from the audience.Jane hesitated, paused, looked at her aunt's guests as if almost surprised to find them there.Then the slow smile dawned in her eyes and passed to her lips.She stood in the centre of the platform for a moment, awkwardly, almost shyly;then moved on as men's voices began to shout "Encore! 'core!" and left the platform by the side staircase.
But there, behind the scenes, in the semi-darkness of screens and curtains, a fresh surprise awaited Jane, more startling than the enthusiastic tumult of her audience.
At the foot of the staircase stood Garth Dalmain.His face was absolutely colourless, and his eyes shone out from it like burning stars.He remained motionless until she stepped from the last stair and stood close to him.Then with a sudden movement he caught her by the shoulders and turned her round.
"Go back!" he said, and the overmastering need quivering in his voice drew Jane's eyes to his in mute astonishment."Go back at once and sing it all over again, note for note, word for word, just as before.Ah, don't stand here waiting! Go back now! Go back at once!
Don't you know that you MUST?"
Jane looked into those shining eyes.Something she saw in them excused the brusque command of his tone.Without a word, she quietly mounted the steps and walked across the platform to the piano.
People were still applauding, and redoubled their demonstrations of delight as she appeared; but Jane took her seat at the instrument without giving them a thought.
She was experiencing a very curious and unusual sensation.Never before in her whole life had she obeyed a peremptory command.In her childhood's days, Fraulein and Miss Jebb soon found out that they could only obtain their desires by means of carefully worded requests, or pathetic appeals to her good feelings and sense of right.An unreasonable order, or a reasonable one unexplained, promptly met with a point-blank refusal.And this characteristic still obtained, though modified by time; and even the duchess, as a rule, said "please" to Jane.
But now a young man with a white face and blazing eyes had unceremoniously swung her round, ordered her up the stairs, and commanded her to sing a song over again, note for note, word for word, and she was meekly going to obey.
As she took her seat, Jane suddenly made up her mind not to sing The Rosary again.She had many finer songs in her repertoire.The audience expected another.Why should she disappoint those expectations because of the imperious demands of a very highly excited boy?
She commenced the magnificent prelude to Handel's "Where'er you walk," but, as she played it, her sense of truth and justice intervened.She had not come back to sing again at the bidding of a highly excited boy, but of a deeply moved man; and his emotion was of no ordinary kind.That Garth Dalmain should have been so moved as to forget even momentarily his punctilious courtesy of manner, was the highest possible tribute to her art and to her song.While she played the Handel theme--and played it so that a whole orchestra seemed marshalled upon the key-board under those strong, firm finger--she suddenly realised, though scarcely understanding it, the MUST of which Garth had spoken, and made up her mind to yield to its necessity.So; when the opening bars were ended, instead of singing the grand song from Semele she paused for a moment; struck once more The Rosary's; opening chord; and did as Garth had bidden her to do.
"The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me;I count them over, ev'ry one apart, My rosary,--my rosary.
"Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer, To still a heart in absence wrung;I tell each bead unto the end, and there--A cross is hung!
"O memories that bless and burn!
O barren gain and bitter loss!
I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn To kiss the cross...to kiss the cross."When Jane left the platform, Garth was still standing motionless at the foot of the stairs.His face was just as white as before, but his eyes had lost that terrible look of unshed tears, which had sent her back, at his bidding, without a word of question or remonstrance.A wonderful light now shone in them; a light of adoration, which touched Jane's heart because she had never before seen anything quite like it.She smiled as she came slowly down the steps, and held out both hands to him with an unconscious movement of gracious friendliness.Garth stepped close to the bottom of the staircase and took them in his, while she was still on the step above him.
For a moment he did not speak.Then in a low voice, vibrant with emotion: "My God!" he said, "Oh, my God!""Hush," said Jane; "I never like to hear that name spoken lightly, Dal.""Spoken lightly!" he exclaimed."No speaking lightly would be possible for me to-night.'Every perfect gift is from above.' When words fail me to speak of the gift, can you wonder if I apostrophise the Giver?"Jane looked steadily into his shining eyes, and a smile of pleasure illumined her own."So you liked my song?" she said.
"Liked--liked your song?" repeated Garth, a shade of perplexity crossing his face."I do not know whether I liked your song.""Then why this flattering demonstration?" inquired Jane, laughing.
"Because," said Garth, very low, "you lifted the veil, and I--Ipassed within."
He was still holding her hands in his; and, as he spoke the last two words, he turned them gently over and, bending, kissed each palm with an indescribably tender reverence; then, loosing them, stood on one side, and Jane went out on to the terrace alone.
