"Your uncle and aunt were disappointed at not seeing you," said Mrs. Davilow, coming near the piano, and watching Gwendolen's movements. "I only said that you wanted rest."
"Quite right, mamma," said Gwendolen, in the same tone, turning to put away some music.
"Am I not to know anything now, Gwendolen? Am I always to be in the dark?" said Mrs. Davilow, too keenly sensitive to her daughter's manner and expression not to fear that something painful had occurred.
"There is really nothing to tell now, mamma," said Gwendolen, in a still higher voice. "I had a mistaken idea about something I could do. Herr Klesmer has undeceived me. That is all."

"Your uncle and aunt were disappointed at not seeing you," said Mrs. Davilow. "I said that you wanted rest."
"Quite right, mamma," said Gwendolen, in the same tone, turning to put away some music.
"Am I not to know anything now, Gwendolen? Am I always to be in the dark?" said Mrs. Davilow, in fear that something painful had occurred.
"There is really nothing to tell, mamma," said Gwendolen, in a still higher voice. "I had a mistaken idea about something I could do. Herr Klesmer has undeceived me. That is all."
