Tra-la-la-la-lah
In Lou-is-ville."
"Catchy sort of tune, that."
"Oh yes. Would you like me to get the score?"
"Not unless you want it yourself. I thought that was pretty nearly the only good thing in it, didn't you? Besides, what do you want with a score when you've got a husband who can reproduce it note for note to you next morning? Ah—hum——!"
Nicholas cleared his throat and expanded his chest in facetious burlesquing of an operatic performance.
"In Louisville! I've left my little home."
He sang it through again, with mock dramatic emphasis and gesticulation, and Lily dug her nails into the palms of her hands and stretched her mouth into a fixed smile.
She was unspeakably disgusted at herself.
Why should she mind these things? And why, minding them, should not love for Nicholas make her minding of no account?