And Humphrey's voice droned on down there.
Henry dropped on the piano stool. Corinne was certainly less indifferent. A little.
He struck chords; all he knew. He hummed a phrase of the Colonel's song in Patience.
Corinne drew a chair to the end of the keyboard and settled herself comfortably. 'Sing something,' she said. 'I love your voice.'
'It's no good,' said he, flushing with delight.
Surely her interest was growing. He added:—
'I'd a lot rather hear you.' But then, when she smilingly shook her head, promptly broke into—
'If you want a receipt for that popular mystery
Known to the world as a Heavy Dragoon,
Take all the remarkable people of history,