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Kavanagh and her daughter, don't you, Mosenberg?" he said during an interval in the music. "Not much," said the boy. "They were in England only a little while before I went to Leipsic." "I should like to know them." "That is very easy. Mr. Lavender will introduce you to them: Mrs. Lavender said he went there very much." "What would they do, do you think, if I went up and asked to see them?"
"I don't remember whether you smoke, Mosenberg," Lavender said after dinner. "Yes a cigarette sometimes," said the lad; "but if Mrs. Lavender is going away perhaps she will let me go into the drawing-room with her. There is that sonata of Muzio Clementi, madame, which I will try to remember for you if you please."
Lavender inwardly laughed at the magnificent audacity of the lad, and, seeing that Sheila hesitated, humored him by saying, "Well, we were thinking of calling on one or two people before going home to dinner. But I haven't seen you for a long time, Mosenberg, and I want you to tell me how you succeeded at the Conservatoire.
"Sheila," he said, "Mosenberg told me last night that you met Mr. Ingram and did not speak to him. Now, I didn't mean anything like that. You must not think me unreasonable. All I want is, that he shall not interfere with our affairs and try to raise some unpleasantness between you and me, such as might arise from the interference of even the kindest of friends.
But Ingram could not altogether dismiss this notion from his head. Mosenberg went on playing no longer his practicing-pieces, but all manner of airs which he knew Ingram liked while the small sallow man with the brown beard lay in his easy-chair and smoked his pipe, and gazed attentively at his toes on the fender. "You know Mrs.
Mosenberg was too bewildered to attempt any protest: he merely followed Sheila, with a conviction that something desperate had occurred, and that he would best consult her feelings by making no reference to it. But that one look that the girl had directed to her old friend before she bowed and passed on had filled him with dismay and despair.
Just as they stood on the steps, looking for a hansom, a young lad came forward and shook hands with Lavender, glancing rather nervously at Sheila. "Well, Mosenberg," said Lavender, "you've come back from Leipsic at last? We got your card when we came home this morning from Brighton. Let me introduce you to my wife."
"I shall be very glad if you will," Sheila answered. And as he went along the pavement young Mosenberg observed to his companion that Mrs. Lavender did not seem to have gone out much, and that it was very good of her to have promised to go with him occasionally into Kensington Gardens. "Oh, has she?" said Lavender. "Yes," said the lad with some surprise.
He had himself had his imaginative fits of worship, in which some very ordinary young woman, who ate a good breakfast and spent an hour and a half in arranging her hair before going out, was regarded as some beautiful goddess fresh risen from the sea or descended from the clouds. Young Mosenberg was just at the proper age for these foolish dreams.
He was not aware that her husband had forbidden her to have any communication with him; yet he had guessed as much, partly from his knowledge of Lavender's impatient disposition, and partly from the glance he caught of her eyes when he woke up from his trance. Young Mosenberg turned with surprise to his companion.
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