‘Is it to be quits then, sor?’
‘Yes—we will call it that,’ agreed the officer. ‘For the time being, we are quits. Later, I will repay you what is over—if I ever can.’
DURING MUSIC: FANTASY AND FUGUE.
BY J. B. TREND.
I.
That low-breathed air and inwoven melody,
Twined marvellously together, swift to run
To the farthest bound of song, or knit in one
To melt and glow in o’erwhelming harmony,
You played. And I, startled to fantasy,