But Bertram shipped him years ago." Billy gave a sudden radiant smile--but she changed the subject at once.
"And Mr.William still collects, I suppose," she observed.
"Jove! I should say he did! I've forgotten the latest; but he's a fine fellow, too, like Bertram." "And--Mr.Cyril ?" Calderwell frowned.
"That chap's a poser for me, Billy, and no mistake.

I can't make him out!" "What's the matter ?" "I don't know.

Probably I'm not 'tuned to his pitch.' Bertram told me once that Cyril was very sensitively strung, and never responded until a certain note was struck.

Well, I haven't ever found that note, I reckon." Billy laughed.
"I never heard Bertram say that, but I think I know what he means; and he's right, too.

I begin to realize now what a jangling discord I must have created when I tried to harmonize with him three years ago! But what is he doing in his music ?" The other shrugged his shoulders.
"Same thing.