Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. They struck her as cold and indifferent. He returned the locket without comment. “Our ways happened to lie together.