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〃You hear；〃 he said to Laura； 〃the effect of questions and answer in this。 The questions are passionate and tumultuous and varied； but the answer is always the same； always calm and soothing and dignified。〃
She answered with a long breath； speaking just above a whisper：
〃Oh； yes； yes； I understand。〃
He finished and turned towards her a moment。 〃Possibly not a very high order of art；〃 he said； 〃a little too 'easy；' perhaps； like the Bougereau； but 'Consolation' should appeal very simply and directly； after all。 Do you care for Beethoven？〃
〃II am afraid〃 began Laura； but he had continued without waiting for her reply。
〃You remember this？ The 'Appassionata；' the F minor sonata just the second movement。〃
But when he had finished Laura begged him to continue。
〃Please go on；〃 she said。 〃Play anything。 You can't tell how I love it。〃
〃Here is something I've always liked；〃 he answered； turning back to the keyboard。 〃It is the 'Mephisto Walzer' of Liszt。 He has adapted it himself from his own orchestral score； very ingeniously。 It is difficult to render on the organ； but I think you can get the idea of it。〃 As he spoke he began playing； his head very slightly moving to the rhythm of the piece。 At the beginning of each new theme； and without interrupting his playing； he offered a word； of explanation：
〃Very vivid and arabesque this； don't you think？ 。。。 And now this movement； isn't it reckless and capricious； like a woman who hesitates and then takes the leap？ Yet there's a certain nobility there； a feeling for ideals。 You see it； of course。。。。 And all the while this undercurrent of the sensual； and that feline； eager sentiment 。。。 and here； I think； is the best part of it； the very essence of passion； the voluptuousness that is a veritable anguish。。。。 These long； slow rhythms； tortured； languishing； really dying。 It reminds one of 'Phedre ''Venus toute entiere；' and the rest of it； and Wagner has the same。 You find it again in Isolde's motif continually。〃
Laura was transfixed； all but transported。 Here was something better than Gounod and Verdi； something above and beyond the obvious one； two； three； one； two； three of the opera scores as she knew them and played them。 Music she understood with an intuitive quickness； and those prolonged chords of Liszt's； heavy and clogged and cloyed with passion； reached some hitherto untouched string within her heart； and with resistless power twanged it so that the vibration of it shook her entire being； and left her quivering and breathless； the tears in her eyes； her hands clasped till the knuckles whitened。
She felt all at once as though a whole new world were opened to her。 She stood on Pisgah。 And she was ashamed and confused at her ignorance of those things which Corthell tactfully assumed that she knew as a matter of course。 What wonderful pleasures she had ignored！ How infinitely removed from her had been the real world of art and artists of which Corthell was a part！ Ah； but she would make amends now。 No more Verdi and Bougereau。 She would get rid of the 〃Bathing Nymphs。〃 Never； never again would she play the 〃Anvil Chorus。〃 Corthell should select her pictures； and should play to her from Liszt and Beethoven that music which evoked all the turbulent emotion； all the impetuosity and fire and exaltation that she felt was hers。
She wondered at herself。 Surely； surely there were two Laura Jadwins。 One calm and even and steady； loving the quiet life； loving her home； finding a pleasure in the duties of the housewife。 This was the Laura who liked plain； homely； matter…of…fact Mrs。 Cressler； who adored her husband； who delighted in Mr。 Howells's novels； who abjured society and the formal conventions； who went to church every Sunday； and who was afraid of her own elevator。
But at moments such as this she knew that there was another Laura Jadwinthe Laura Jadwin who might have been a great actress； who had a 〃temperament；〃 who was impulsive。 This was the Laura of the 〃grand manner；〃 who played the role of the great lady from room to room of her vast house； who read Meredith； who revelled in swift gallops through the park on jet…black； long… tailed horses； who affected black velvet； black jet； and black lace in her gowns； who was conscious and proud of her pale； stately beautythe Laura Jadwin； in fine； who delighted to recline in a long chair in the dim； beautiful picture gallery and listen with half… shut eyes to the great golden organ thrilling to the passion of Beethoven and Liszt。
The last notes of the organ sank and faded into silencea silence that left a sense of darkness like that which follows upon the flight of a falling star； and after a long moment Laura sat upright； adjusting the heavy masses of her black hair with thrusts of her long； white fingers。 She drew a deep breath。
〃Oh；〃 she said； 〃that was wonderful； wonderful。 It is like a new languageno； it is like new thoughts； too fine for language。〃
〃I have always believed so；〃 he answered。 〃Of all the arts； music； to my notion； is the most intimate。 At the other end of the scale you have architecture； which is an expression of and an appeal to the common multitude； a whole people； the mass。 Fiction and painting； and even poetry； are affairs of the classes； reaching the groups of the educated。 But musicah； that is different； it is one soul speaking to another soul。 The composer meant it for you and himself。 No one else has anything to do with it。 Because his soul was heavy and broken with grief； or bursting with passion； or tortured with doubt； or searching for some unnamed ideal； he has come to youyou of all the people in the worldwith his message； and he tells you of his yearnings and his sadness； knowing that you will sympathise； knowing that your soul has； like his； been acquainted with grief； or with gladness； and in the music his soul speaks to yours； beats with it； blends with it； yes； is even； spiritually； married to it。〃
And as he spoke the electrics all over the gallery flashed out in a sudden blaze； and Curtis Jadwin entered the room； crying out：
〃Are you here； Laura？ By George； my girl； we pulled it off； and I've cleaned up fivehundredthousand dollars。〃
Laura and the artist faced quickly about； blinking at the sudden glare； and Laura put her hand over her eyes。
〃Oh； I didn't mean to blind you；〃 said her husband； as he came forward。 〃But I thought it wouldn't be appropriate to tell you the good news in the dark。〃
Corthell rose； and for the first time Jadwin caught sight of him。
〃This is Mr。 Corthell； Curtis；〃 Laura said。 〃You remember him； of course？〃
〃Why； certainly； certainly；〃 declared Jadwin； shaking Corthell's hand。 〃Glad to see you again。 I hadn't an idea you were here。〃 He was excited； elated； very talkative。 〃I guess I came in on you abruptly；〃 he observed。 〃They told me Mrs。 Jadwin was in here； and I was full of my good news。 By the way； I do remember now。 When I came to look over my mail on the way down town this morning； I found a note from you to my wife； saying you would call to…night。 Thought it was for me； and opened it before I found the mistake。〃
〃I knew you had gone off with it；〃 said Laura。
〃Guess I must have mixed it up with my own mail this morning。 I'd have telephoned you about it； Laura； but upon my word I've been so busy all day I clean forgot it。 I've let the cat out of the bag already； Mr。 Corthell； and I might as well tell the whole thing now。
I've been putting through a little deal with some Liverpool fellows to…day； and I had to wait down town to get their cables to…night。 You got my telephone； did you； Laura？〃
〃Yes； but you said then you'd be up in half an hour。〃
〃I knowI know。 But those Liverpool cables didn't come till all hours。 Well； as I was saying； Mr。 Corthell； I had this deal on handit was that wheat； Laura； I was telling you about this morningfive million bushels of it； and I found out from my English agent that I could slam it right into a couple of fellows over there； if we could come to terms。 We came to terms right enough。
Some of that wheat I sold at a profit of fifteen cents on every bushel。 My broker and I figured it out just now before I started home； and； as I say； I'm a clean half million to the good。 So much for looking ahead a little further than the next man。〃 He dropped into a chair and stretched his arms wide。 〃Whoo！ I'm tired Laura。 Seems as though I'd been on my feet all day。 Do you suppose Mary； or Martha； or Maggie； or whatever her name is； could rustle me a good strong cup of tea。
〃Haven't you dined； Curtis？〃 cried Laura
〃Oh； I had a stand…up lunch somewhere with Sam。 But we were both so excited we might as well have eaten sawdust。 Heigho； I sure am tired。 It takes it out of you； Mr。 Corthell； to make five hundred thousand in about ten hours。〃
〃Indeed I imagine so；〃 assented the artist。 Jadwin turned to his wife； and held her glance in his a moment。 He was full of triumph； full of the grim humour of the suddenly successful American。
〃Hey？〃 he said。 〃What do you think of that Laura；〃 he clapped down his big hand upon his chair arm； 〃a whole half millionat one grab？ Maybe they'll say do
