Then Vaughan said—
"I feel crushed, and a little flattened out, too."
"I feel as if my brain were made of cotton wool," said Harry.
"Come and sing," suggested Daphne to Muir, and they went off to the drawing-room, from which strains were soon heard about It IS not because,—something or other.
In the middle of the song Daphne played a wrong note, stopped, and said—
"Oh, I wish Cyril was here!"
"So do I. If he can accompany, I wish he was here."
"Oh, go on!"
"It IS not because thy heart is mine"....