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Updated: June 21, 2025
After a while the chill air from the open window revived her and she crept shudderingly into bed. Two weeks before Christmas such a gale of house-cleaning swept through the Neugass apartment that the scoured smell of pine-wood floors and the scrubbed taste of damp matting lurked at the very threshold. Then one Sunday morning Mlle.
"She's all right, pa, if you don't make her nervous," said Miss Neugass, seating herself stiffly on a stiff chair, her face, as the evening wore on, cold of its flush, and tired rings coming out beneath her eyes. "What do you prefer to sing?" asked Millie du Gass, again, kindly. "The 'Jewel Song."
Neugass stood at the door, holding it open. "Here," she said, "is your rent back for four days " "Don't you dare, Mrs. Neugass, to offer me that! Only let me out, please, from this outrageous predicament." "You got righd. It is a outrageous predicament. Ach! shame on you! Such a fine, clean-looking girl like you. Indeed, you don't got to ask to be let out twice."
Out of bed, her feet hastily into slippers and fumbling into her kimono so that the flow of her hair went down inside it, Lilly approached Mrs. Neugass, her gesture toward her and entreating. "Mrs. Neugass, you're horribly wrong in what you suspect. You must listen to me " "You can exblain nothing to me except to get your clothes packed. How it goes to show you never can tell beoble from looks.
But she did, sitting up in bed and hugging her knees with bare shining arms. With nervousness patent in every move, Mrs. Neugass sat forward, pleating and unpleating a little section of her apron. "I guess you know it, Miss Lilly, that with all the honors we got by our daughter, we're still blain, respegtable beoble." "Of course "
"Yes, that was the beginning of everything," said Miss Neugass, with a twist on her lips. "Oh, I Even to hear it thrills me so that I Thrills me so! But what, Miss Neugass what if he hadn't " "That is where you must make up your mind to take your medicine. There's an article about him in this month's Musical Gazette.
"Millie is a blonde," said Miss Neugass, glancing toward one of the photographs that graced even Lilly's wall. "There's a girl was born in the sun!" "You've been part of her sun, Miss Neugass. Your parents have told me how for eight years half of your earnings went toward her education."
"Wait, I'll get up and close the window, Mrs. Neugass!" "You doan' need to," she said, slamming down the window herself, opening the floor register, and seating herself rigidly on the chair that faced the bed. "I want a little talk with you, blease." "Why, yes, Mrs. Neugass!" A wave of memory and a sense of physical misery swept over Lilly so that it was difficult for her to force the smile.
For days she had hardly glimpsed the family, except as they passed her on excited little comings and goings, and always package-laden. A strip of new hall carpet appeared, Miss Neugass nailing it down one night, calling out short, excited orders through a mouthful of tacks. The piano had been tuned. A sense of delicacy kept Lilly to her room that bright cold Sunday.
It wasn't so much a matter of technique, only when I played Nocturne in D flat a hammer inside the piano case hit a wire; when De Pachman touched those same keys a nerve kissed a heartbeat." "Alma Neugass! You poor you splendid girl!"
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