Alice took her husband's arm. "See, Walter," she said passing through the open door; "isn't this darling? These tones must be restful to wake to!"
"I had lunch here once," announced MacBirney in his choppy way. "With you and your brother and McCrea," he added, turning to Kimberly.
"You never said a word to me about seeing such a pretty place," remarked his wife.
"You've been in the west room?" asked Kimberly.
"Yes, Alice sang for me while you were with Uncle John," responded Dolly.
"I thought I heard music," remarked Kimberly, looking at Alice. "What did you sing?"
"I only hummed an old air."
Kimberly tried to get her to go back to the piano but could not. "I miss music keenly," he said, "I wish I could make a contract with you to sing here every day."
Alice laughed.
"You would be in very good company," interposed Dolly. "Some famous artistes have sung at that piano. Robert," she added, as the two women walked toward his dressing-room, "has everything here but what he ought to have--a wife. When mother lived, The Towers was more than a habitation--it was a home."