"I thought," Gwendolen went on--"at least I hoped, you would not object to sing at our house on the 4th--in the evening--at a party like Lady Brackenshaw's. I should be so much obliged."
"I shall be very happy to sing for you. At ten?" said Mirah, while Gwendolen seemed to get more instead of less embarrassed.
"At ten, please," she answered; then paused, and felt that she had nothing more to say. She could not go. It was impossible to rise and say good-bye. Deronda's voice was in her ears. She must say it--she could contrive no other sentence,

Gwendolen went on- "I thought - I hoped you would not object to sing at our house on the 4th - in the evening - at a party. I should be so much obliged."
"I shall be very happy to sing for you. At ten?" said Mirah, while Gwendolen seemed to get more instead of less embarrassed.
"At ten, please," she answered; then paused. She had nothing more to say, yet she could not go. Deronda's voice was in her ears. She must say it-
