She went out quietly.
Two or three minutes passed. Then Lord Holme’s deep bass voice was audible, humming vigorously:
“Ina, Ina, oh, you should have seen her!
Seen her with her eyes cast down.
She looked upon the floor,
And all the Johnnies swore
That Ina, Ina—oh, you should have seen her!—
That Ina was the chic-est girl in town.”
Lady Holme frowned.
“Fritz!” she called rather sharply.
Lord Holme appeared with a coat thrown over his arm and a hat in his hand. His brown face was beaming with self-satisfaction.
“Well, old girl, ready? What’s up now?”
“I wish you wouldn’t sing those horrible music-hall songs. You know I hate them.”
“Music-hall! I like that. Why, it’s the best thing in The Chick from the Army and Navy at the Blue Theatre.”
“It’s disgustingly vulgar.”