“Oh, I am sure it won’t. She’ll love to hear you.”
He felt immensely grateful to this good-natured woman.
“Edward, get my music-roll,” said Mrs. Hargreaves.
But Herbert had a horrible disappointment when Hargreaves said:
“By Jove! I believe I left it in the taxi. Yes, I am sure I did!”
Herbert put his hand up to his aching head and whispered his anguish:
“Oh, my God! Now how shall I mark time?”
“But I reminded you about it!” said Mrs. Hargreaves.
“Yes, I know. But you are always reminding me about something.”
“Well, play something by heart,” said Herbert in a pleading way. “Any old thing. The five-finger exercises.”