"Come to the drawing-room," he whispered, in the passage.
"Parlor, I suppose you mean."
"Yes, parlor."
"What for?"
"We can talk there."
They pushed open the door.
"She's left the key!" cried Val, springing towards the piano.
"So she has," he admitted, with less enthusiasm.
"That's for your sake. Cousin Ethan, you could try my voice if you liked."
"Of course," he said, with misgiving.