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Rh The music of that song and the deep tenderness of those eyes fixed upon me sent a thrill of delight through me and I awoke and found it was dawn.

I wished to hear that song again and again. It seemed I had no other wish. On that account alone did I look forward to next week's tennis party. The day came, the guests assembled, but the singer of that song of mine was absent. This was a source of great disappointment to me. At the dinner table I ventured to enquire.

"Why has not Mr. Roy been here today?"

My sister reiterated my question. "I was thinking of the same thing," she said. "Why did not Mr. Roy come?"

This gave my brother-in-law a chance for a joke. "Indeed! Well, had he known he would be missed so much, he would surely have come. Shall I send for him?"

This was all lost on me. I was attracted to the singer, not to the man, and so I answered unabashed.

"Yes send for him, he sings well. I wish to hear him sing once more."

I had no motive other than to hear the song, but I soon saw that they had, for my