CYRIL, THE ENIGMA Perhaps it was because Billy saw so little of Cyril that it was Cyril whom she wished particularly to see.

William, Bertram, Calderwell--all her other friends came frequently to the little house on the hill, Billy told herself; only Cyril held aloof--and it was Cyril that she wanted.
Billy said that it was his music; that she wanted to hear him play, and that she wanted him to hear her.

She felt grieved and chagrined.

Not once since she had come had he seemed interested--really interested in her music.

He had asked her, it is true, in a perfunctory way what she had done, and who her teachers had been.