“Pardon me,” apologized Miss Van Patten, “I didn’t know you were here.”
He rose instantly.
“Won’t you come in for a moment?” he pleaded. “Has Mr. Langdon gone?”
“He has returned for his music.”
“Oh, I see.”
“He plays very well.”
“On the flute?”
“The violin. He has studied abroad. He’s here for the summer visiting Dr. Merriweather.”
“And you—you play?”
“On the ’cello—but only a very little. I’m afraid this—this new complication is going to be rather embarrassing. I don’t like to tell Carl untruths.”