Billy gave a sudden radiant smile—but she changed the subject at once.
“And Mr. William still collects, I suppose,” she observed.
“Jove! I should say he did! I've forgotten the latest; but he's a fine fellow, too, like Bertram.”
“And—Mr. Cyril?”
Calderwell frowned.
“That chap's a poser for me, Billy, and no mistake. I can't make him out!”
“What's the matter?”
“I don't know. Probably I'm not 'tuned to his pitch.' Bertram told me once that Cyril was very sensitively strung, and never responded until a certain note was struck. Well, I haven't ever found that note, I reckon.”
Billy laughed.
“I never heard Bertram say that, but I think I know what he means; and he's right, too. I begin to realize now what a jangling discord I must have created when I tried to harmonize with him three years ago! But what is he doing in his music?”