"That will be very nice."
"Shall I play for you on the piano?"
"Thanks. And you won't mind if I sit in the corner here and close my eyes, until your mother comes?"
"No. You may go quite to sleep if you wish. I'm not sensitive about my playing. Bubble says you are nearly always tired now. He says you have such a 'normous practice that you hardly ever get a wink of sleep. That's what makes you look so kind of hollow-eyed, Bubble says."
"So Bubble has been diagnosing my case, has he?"
"Oh, he doesn't talk about professional cases usually. He said that about you because Mrs. Atkins said that being engaged didn't seem to agree with you. She said she was just as glad you didn't take a fancy to her Gracie if prospective matteromony made you look like the dead march in Saul."
"Observing woman!"
"What," resumed Jane, "is a dead march in Saul?"
"It is a musical composition."
Jane considered this and then dismissed it with a shrug. "It sounded as if it was something horrid. Mrs. Atkins thinks she's smart. Anyway, I didn't tell mother."