“It is, isn’t it?” said Yvonne. “Do let’s have it on Sunday, Mr Wagram.”
“Shall we?”
“Oh, do, Mr Wagram,” echoed Delia enthusiastically. “I’ll ride over, wet or fine, if only to hear it.”
“Very well, then, we will; but won’t you not only hear it but help us in it?”
“May I? Oh, I shall be delighted.”
They tried over a few more things, including a gem or two of Gounod, then adjourned to the house for tea.
“What a universal genius that little girl is, Wagram,” said Haldane as they walked thither, the two girls being in front.
“Yes; she’s a clever child—seems able to turn her hand to anything.” And then he told of the day’s doings.
“Good, and good again,” said Haldane. “We must tell everyone to get that number of The Old Country Side. Then they may give her another job.”
“I think they very likely will,” said Wagram, with a twinkle in his eyes that escaped his friend.