"Oh, I don't know. If you hadn't liked my room, you wouldn't have liked me. My friend and his dog, I suppose."
She tried to smile. "Well, I like it immensely. I think it's so awfully uncommon. I suppose you could never get a piano that would go with the rest of the things?"
For the moment his expression hardened. A piano! He hated the sight of them.
"No, never," he said.
"P'raps you're not fond of music?"
"No, not a bit. Are you?"
"Oh yes; I love it."
His eyes lost their steel again to the tone of her voice when she said that.
"Well, that's as it ought to be," he remarked. "Religion and music are two things a woman can't do without. Are you very religious?"
"I don't know exactly what you mean by that. I'm afraid I hardly ever go to church, and in that sense, I suppose, I'm not religious. But I always say my prayers every night and morning."