“Yes, it is jolly, isn’t it?” she answered, with that very “naturalness” that he had applauded. “I’m enjoying it no end. Was that all you were thinking?”
“Must I answer that question?”
“Certainly.”
“I was thinking what a delightful speaking voice yours is. It must be great as a singing one.”
A slight flush came over her face.
“You must not pay me compliments, Mr Denham. I had a better opinion of you. But I’m not musical at all. I haven’t even got a piano, and if I had I couldn’t play it. ‘Utterly uneducated,’ as I told you.”
This was met by the same unbelieving head-shake.
“By the way, how many of you are there in the family?” he asked.
“You’ve seen all the family. My mother died when I was quite a wee kiddie, so did a brother. I can’t remember either of them. So you see there are only the two of us.”
“I suppose you get girl friends to visit you sometimes?”