Excerpt from A Wedding: And Other Stories To-day, to-day you must play for me. The next time I will do better. Then in despair he would take her seat, Open the new sonata, cantata, barcarolle, say a few words as to its motif, meaning, merit, while she listened with eyes on the ceiling, absently. Then he would begin. She liked this best because she could sit on the sofa and think her own thoughts. What were they While his heart beat to the pulsation of the measure, his being vibrated to divine melodies, - for was he not near 1267? - she remembered that Sally Graves was coming to breakfast, and that she must be at her dress-maker's at one o'clock, and that to-night there was the dinner and the ball, and Oh, heavens! She had forgotten to tell her maid about her gray boots and she wanted to wear her gray gown. What should she do what should she do - for the pink cashmere that rose and fell on that soft, virginal breast hid no mystery and no dream. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.