His voice was almost stern.
"Mrs. Shiffney!" he repeated.
"Come to hear your music, for I know they are all playing only for you and the opera."
Her strong, almost masculine hand lingered in his, and how could he let it go without impoliteness?
"Aren't they?"
"I suppose so."
"It's wonderful the way they play. Said Hitani is an artist."
"You know his name?"
"And I must know him. May I stay a little?"
"Of course."