The thin old voice faltered on some of the notes, but the words came clear enough:
“... She’s all the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie....”
Baron smiled and shook his head.
“What was it,” he mused, “about a plan of reconstruction?”
Then he went down-stairs to telephone his acceptance to the man on the Times.
Baggot he completely forgot.
When Baron entered the dining-room at dinner-time that evening Flora looked at him with mild surprise.
“All dressed up and nowhere to go,” said she.