Robin Pierce touched her arm.
“For Heaven’s sake not to Miss Filberte’s accompaniment!”
“Very well. But come and sit where you can see me.”
“I won’t,” he said with brusque obstinacy.
“Madman!” she answered. “Anyhow, you come, Sir Donald.”
And she walked lightly away towards the piano, followed by Sir Donald, who walked lightly too, but uncertainly, on his thin, stick-like legs.
“What are you up to, Vi?” said Lord Holme, as she came near to him.
“I’m going to sing something for Sir Donald.”
“Capital! Where’s Miss Filberte?”
“Here I am!” piped a thin alto voice.