Again she stopped.
Jetsam went up to her and took her hand, which she seemed willingly to release to him. And he held it.
“How good you are!” he said steadily. “I am almost ashamed to have roused your sympathy so much.”
The other two men watched.
“I don’t know what Pauline will say,” Rosie stammered.
Suddenly there was the sound of music. The band, which everybody in the room had forgotten, had begun to play, apparently of its own accord. And the melody it had chosen was, “See the Conquering Hero Comes.”
Carpentaria rushed to the window. And then, as he drew the curtains, all noticed for the first time that the dawn had begun.
“What are you making that noise for?” he demanded angrily from the balcony. The music ceased abruptly.
“We’re saluting the sun, sir,” came the reply. “It’s morning. We imagined that possibly you had lost sight of the fact of our existence.”
“I had,” said Carpentaria. “However, you can go!”