"Yes, I will." His glance was humorous but not quite untroubled.
"When?" she said, with great willingness.
"After tea."
"We've finished, haven't we?" Miriam asked. "Daniel, be quick and drink that. We're all waiting for you. And don't slop it on your waistcoat. There's a good boy! Very nice. Come into the drawing-room and I'll play to you. I might even sing. Ask Helen if you may get down."
"May I?" he asked, and went after Miriam.
The notes of the old piano tinkled through the hall. Miriam was playing a waltz, lightly and gaily.
"I'll go and make Daniel dance with me," Rupert said.
"Don't tease him any more."
"It'll do him good, and I want Zebedee to have a chance of lecturing you."
"It's not easy to lecture you," Zebedee said.