[CHAPTER VII]
THE TOUCH OF POWER
As they passed into the drawing-room, David's eye fell on a grand piano, in black ebony case, to the left of the doorway.
"Oh!" said David, and stopped short.
"Does that tempt you?" asked Diana. "Yes; I might have known you were full of music. Your sufferings, over the performances of the Brambledene choir, were more patent than you realised."
David's fingers were working eagerly.
"I so rarely get the chance of a piano," he said. "Like chaperons, we don't have them in Central Africa. I went without all manner of things to be able to afford one in my rooms at college; but, since then—Is it a Bechstein, or what?"