FOSTER. Very!—rather plaintive, but soothing.
LILY starts another—this time “Sun of my Soul.”
CHARLEY. For heaven’s sake, Lil, play something cheerful.
LILY stops, turns undecidedly on the stool, looks round imploringly at CHARLEY, turns a few pages and then rises and goes out of the room hurriedly.
SYBIL. She’s crying!
MASSEY. What?
MRS. M. You’ve hurt her, Charley, speaking like that. There was nothing to get cross about. She came this afternoon crying.
CHARLEY. I’ve done nothing! I—
Exit MRS. MASSEY in much indignation.