He sat down at the piano again and played “We Won’t Go Home Till Morning,” but missed his note, and banged on to the wrong one in a temper.
“There goes a note, anyhow. Thank goodness for that!”
At that moment Mollie came in holding a silver tray with a pile of letters.
“The post, sir.”
“Well, something to break the infernal monotony,” said Herbert with a sigh of relief.
He took up the letters and examined them.
“Life is a bit flat, sir,” said Mollie, “since we gave up having At Homes.”
“Hold your tongue,” said Herbert.
Mollie tossed her head and muttered an impertinent sentence as she left the room.
“Can’t even open my mouth without somebody jumping down my throat. I will break that girl’s neck one of these days,” said Herbert.