"I like it." Billy sounded quite convinced of the song's merit.
"It has got a little bit of—of the feeling, hasn't it?"
"The feeling which I've always understood you never felt?"
She was securely evasive. "It's supposed to be a man who sings it, Billy."
"That accounts for the foolishness of the sentiments?"
"Makes them sound familiar, anyhow," said the Nun, preferring experience to theory.
Andy came in. He went quickly to the Nun and bent down over her chair.
"Harry's outside—with Miss Vintry. He wants to know if he may bring her in," he said, speaking very low.
Surprise got the better of the Nun's discretion. Her voice was audible to them all, as she exclaimed:
"Miss Vintry with him! At this time of night!"