"I know. But you misunderstand. I
did not play for you. I played to relieve a situation--because I
thought you wished--because it seemed the solution of a situation
hard for both of us. I thought--"
"Solution!" She blazed up now, tigerlike, and her words came
through set lips. "I'd never have told you I knew, if you hadn't
said what you have. But--a solution--a plan--a compromise! You
ought to have played for me! You ought to have played for me; and
you ought to have won--have won!"
[Illustration: You ought to have played for me!]
He stood before a woman new to him, one so different from the
grateful and gracious enthusiast he had met all these months that
he could not comprehend the change, could not at once adjust his
confused senses. So miserable was he that suddenly, with one of
her swift changes, she smiled at him, even through her sudden
tears. "No! No!" she exclaimed. "See! Look here!"
She handed him a little sheet of crumpled note paper, inscribed in
a cramped hand, showed him the inscription--"Jeanne Fournier.
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