"Half-way familiar! I should rather say it was."
"Who is he, anyway?" Allyn demanded.
"Who? Why, he wrote the Alan Breck Overture."
"What's that?"
"Allyn! When I have played it on an average of twice a day, ever since I came here! Haven't you any ears?"
"Not for your kind of music," Allyn returned bluntly. "I want a little tune in mine."
"Who is the man?" Billy asked. "Is he really of any account, Cis?"
"I should think he was. Mr. Paulson, my teacher in New York, said he is the greatest American composer," she returned triumphantly.
"A genuine lion, not a duke," Hubert observed. "But I thought composers always wore their hair in flowing ringlets, Cicely. This man is too well groomed to be really inspired."
Theodora laughed suddenly.