'Slow murder?'
'No. The—music.'
'Same thing.' He laughed. 'Oh, well. You have robbed me of my occupation. When shall we meet again?'
'To-morrow?'
'To-morrow. You shall see how I live— If you can spare the time I would like to take you to a concert. I always test my friends with music.'
'Even the New Woman?'
His eyes twinkled and a smile played about his sensitive lips.