“And you can play for her,” said Mrs. Davenant. “You used to play very nicely when you were a boy,” and she sighed.
Jack looked dubious for a moment, then, with sudden assurance and confidence, jumped up.
“Let me try. Will you come, Miss Rolfe?”
Una followed him to the piano, and Jack turned out all the music from the canterbury on the floor.
“Come and see if there is anything you know,” he said, and Una knelt down beside him.
Of course Jack’s hand was on hers in a moment.
“I nearly let the cat out of the bag just then,” he said. “I must be careful.”
“But why?” asked Una. “Why may we not——” she paused, then, having raised her eyes, she continued—“why may she not know?”
“So she shall,” said Jack, “all in good time. I can’t consent to share my secret all in one evening! Besides——”
“Cannot you find anything,” said Mrs. Davenant, sleepily, from the next room.