“You can hate him as much as you choose. It won’t hurt him or me. I’m not a Hercules, and my work and you are about as much as I can manage.”
“You’re a nice one to be giving a party. You talk as though you would be in your grave next week.”
“It is a farewell party.”
“‘Farewell to the Piano,’” laughed Oliver. “That was the last piece I learned when I had music lessons.”
Mitchell was among the first to arrive. He had been ill, and looked washed-out and unwholesome. There was very little of the Public School boy left in him.
“Is Kühler coming?” he asked nervously.
“I expect so,” answered Logan. “Do you know how to manage a pianola?”
“Yes. We’ve got one at home.”
“You might play it then, to keep things going until they liven up.”
Mitchell was placed at the pianola, and was still there when Mendel arrived with Morrison.