“Some other time, some other time! Now we must work. Come! La-la-la …”
“I wish you could have heard it, girls,” said the cherub regretfully. “Honetht, it wath a lalapalootha!”
The pack broke into full cry.
“Oh, Mr Saltzburg!”
“Please, Mr Saltzburg!”
“Do play the fox-trot, Mr Saltzburg!”
“If it is as good as the varlse,” said the duchess, stooping once more to the common level, “I am sure it must be very good indeed.” She powdered her nose. “And one so rarely hears musicianly music nowadays, does one?”
“Which fox-trot?” asked Mr Saltzburg weakly.
“Play ’em all!” decided a voice on the left.
“Yes, play ’em all,” bayed the pack.