nked God for the work He had already given me. Only that morning I
had been praying for something to do, and had anticipated great
difficulties in the way.

Yet the opening had come, and everything seemed made easy for me. And
for the rest of the day this fresh interest made me forget my troubles,
until I was reminded of them in the drawing-room that evening.

We were all there, General Forsyth reading the evening paper, Mrs.
Forsyth with her work, and the girls round the piano, when suddenly
Kenneth said, turning to me,--

'What kind of a mood are you in to-night? A musical one? Because if
so, please favour us with a repetition of last night's performance.'

'What? Another dance?' said Nelly laughing. 'She is never going to
dance again, she says!'

'Wait and see,' and Kenneth's tone was a little scornful; 'but it was
the violin I was alluding to.'

Then General Forsyth looked up.

'I hope you have thought better about going to Lady Walker's, Hilda. I
hear you were nothing loth to turn this room into chaos last night in
order to enjoy a dance, so I conclude you have overcome your foolish
scruples about it.'

'I am sorry, General Forsyth,' I said, trying to speak bravely, 'but I
told Mrs. Forsyth this morning that I cannot go.'

'You have your father's obstinacy, I see;' and throwing down his paper
angrily, General Forsyth got up and left the room.

'Never saw the general lose his temper before,' murmured Mr. Stroud to
Constance; and she replied, in tones loud enough for me to hear, 'She
is a provoking little thing; I believe it is nothing but cant with her.
I hate those kind of people.'

Captain Gates was sitting close to me, and his eyes met mine as we
caught the sneering words. He did not say anything, but got up from
his seat and fetched my violin, which he put into my hands saying,--

'Give us another treat, for you make it speak!'

I shook my head, then, as he begged me so hard, I felt I ought not to
refuse, but I could not play as I had done the night before, and when I
had finished he said,--

'Thank you, but that is rather different to last night.'

'It is rather too classical, perhaps. I will try a little lullaby.
It's German, and I think you may like it.'

'Hilda,' said Mrs. Forsyth when I had finished, 'you ought to cultivate
your gift for music, for you have got a good touch. I am anxious for
Violet to play well, but her violin lessons with Miss Graham are a
source of constant t