“By Jove, how did you guess? Why, it's my favourite. I love it, Yvonne!”
“You shall play it for me—to-morrow, Lydia?”
“Yes. The piano will be here in the morning.”
“But how did you guess——”
“Never mind! I am a witch, aïe? Come! I must be off now, Frederic. There are people coming to have tea with me.”
As they descended in the elevator Frederic, unable to contain himself, burst out rapturously:
“By Jove, Yvonne, it will be fun, coming over here every day or so for a little music, won't it? I can't tell you how happy I shall be.”
“It is time you were happy,” said she, looking straight ahead, and many days passed before he had an inkling of all that lay behind her remark.
As they entered the house Jones met them in the hall.
“Mr Brood telephoned that he would be late, madam. He is at the customs office about the boxes.”