'You remember that? Do you remember one evening—no, you wouldn't.'
'Which evening?'
'Oh, you wouldn't remember. It's only one particular evening when you played that thing. It sticks in my mind. It was at your father's studio.'
She looked up quickly.
'We went out afterwards and sat in the park.'
I sat up thrilled.
'A man came by with a dog,' I said.
'Two dogs.'
'One surely!'
'Two. A bull-dog and a fox-terrier.'