"Now, all together," said Mr. Ridgway; and he began to sing. "'For she's a jolly good fel-low'"....
"Please, please," said Mrs. Thompson, getting up from her chair, and stopping the chorus. "No musical honours, please.... Gentlemen, I thank you.... And now my daughter and I will leave you to your coffee and cigars."
Then she followed Enid to the door, and turned on the threshold.
"Mr. Prentice, don't let our guests want for anything.... Yates has put the cigars on the side-table."
In the other room Enid walked over to the piano, and, without uttering a word, began to play.
"After all," said Mrs. Thompson, with a sigh of relief, "it didn't go off so badly."
"No," said Enid, looking at her fingers as they slowly struck the notes, "I suppose not."
"What is it you are playing?" Mrs. Thompson asked the question abruptly.
"Chopin."