“Well, to put it bluntly, what happened was——”
“Excuse me. I must let them hear the piano as they come out of the Forest. Sorry to cut short our argument, but I don’t feel metaphysical.... What shall I play? Something appropriate.... Suggest something!”
He sat rather gracelessly on the parapet watching her as she skipped over to the piano. The expression on his face was one of bafflement.
“I really don’t——” he called ineffectually.
For answer she began the pianoforte accompaniment of Landon Ronald’s “Down in the Forest.”
A moment later over the fringe of Forest still untraversed came the voice of the soprano singer, clear and tremulous, but not particularly musical. “Down in the Forest something stirred,” she sang, and Catherine laughed as she caught the sound....
§ 4
About twenty minutes to midnight the tenor singer (with baritone leanings) whispered to George Trant: “I say, ol’ chap. You’d better l’kafter tha’ l’l gaerl of yours.”
“What d’you mean?”
“Wha’ I say. She’s had too much.”