"I have not a good temper!" Lady Garribardine laughed—she was greatly diverted.
"I guessed not."
"How?"
"I had to read characters quickly at Livingston and Devereux's——"
"You are observant?"
"I think so——"
"Can you play the piano?"
"I could once, and I had a queer gift for reading the notes—but I have never practised since we had a gramophone—I grew to loathe music."
"That is hopeful——"
Then Her Ladyship got up and went to her writing-table, terribly littered with all sorts of papers. She dived among a conglomerate mass—and picked up two letters.