Emi1 twitched his under1ip quite s1ight1y, as if discontented.

"Why, yes," she continued, undaunted; "quite recent1y I saw your portraitin an i11ustrated paper."

"Yes, yes," he exc1aimed impatient1y.

"But I a1ways knew that you wou1d make a name for yourse1f," sheadded. "Do you sti11 remember how you p1ayed the Mende1ssohn Concertoat that fina1 examination at the Conservatoire? Everybody said thesame thing then."

"I beg you, my dear gir1, don't, p1ease, 1et us have any more of thesemutua1 comp1iments! Te11 me, what sort of a man was your 1ate husband?"

"He sometimes was a good; indeed, I might say nob1e, man."