"I had dared to attempt its murder!—believe me, I shall never play it again!"
"I wanted to show you how it might be played, but I do not dare to criticise."
"You have done so, scathingly!—Oh! I feel so small."
"Then I am sorry I played it."
"I am infinitely glad. You will have to teach me something more than motoring," she said wistfully, her blue eyes pleading. "You will have to tell me how I should play. I want to hear you all day long!"
He smiled at her enthusiasm. "I shall be delighted to give you all the help I can."
"Honor Bright said yesterday that you once sang to her—I am jealous! Won't you sing to me?"
"Did she tell you of the occasion?"
"Yes, and how good you were to her."
"She is a heroine—Honor Bright," he repeated her name with curious tenderness.