184 IN A WINTER CITY,
is very strange you should be so mute in
"I never sang to a crowd in my Ufe, and
never would. Music is an impulse, or it is
nothing. I could never sing save to some
He paused a moment.
" Who was music in herself," he added witu
a smUe; it was not what had been upon his
" Then you should not have sung to me," she
said, stiU with half-closed eyes and a careless
coldness in her voice. " I am aU discord; have
you not found that out ?—every woman is, now-
a-days ; we have lost the secret of harmony;
we are always wanting to be excited, and never
succeeding in being anything but bored."
" These are mere words, Madame,*' he an¬
swered her, "I hope they are not true. By
discord I think you only mean inconsistency.
Pardon me—but I think you are all so wearied
because of the monotony of your lives. I dare
say that sounds very strangely to you, because
you pursue aU the pleasures and all the cx-