He said this as he helped me to alight from the carriage，and while he afterwards lifted out Adele，I entered the house，and made good my retreat upstairs.

He duly summoned me to his presence in the evening. I had prepared an occupation for him; for I was determined not to spend the whole time in a tete-a-tete conversation. I remembered his fine voice; I knew he liked to sing- good singers generally do. I was no vocalist myself，and，in his fastidious judgment，no musician，either; but I delighted in listening when the performance was good. No sooner had twilight，that hour of romance，began to lower her blue and starry banner over the lattice，than I rose，opened the piano，and entreated him，for the love of heaven，to give me a song. He said I was a capricious witch，and that he would rather sing another time; but I averred that no time was like the present.

"Did I like his voice?" he asked.

"Very much." I was not fond of pampering that susceptible vanity of his; but for once，and from motives of expediency，I would e"en soothe and stimulate it.

"Then，Jane，you must play the acpaniment."

"Very well，sir，I will try."