“Say,—Bell-Bell, was it on my account?”
“It was. But not because of your fascinations. You are a rather rude diamond. It was because we have a deep, dark, deadly secret from you.”
She whispered it, in quite the conspirator fashion.
“Oh!” said Rem, stiffly. “Then I was de trop?”
“Decidedly.”
“All right. When I hear both of you pounding the piano, I won’t come in. She is learning to play.”
“I know perfectly well that the more you hear that piano in the future, the more you will come in.”
“It is dull practising medicine and trying to get a reputation for steadiness. No one thinks it possible for me,” sighed Rem.
“Poor boy! Nothing is so dreadful as reformation. And I will continue to help you. So shall she!”
Rem brightened at once.