Come on, Irene." And Irene, remembering what her friend had said that morning, played the game loyally, although most reluctant to leave that pleasant atmosphere, and said "Good night." And she was in such good voice and Howard played her accompaniment like a streak.

Well, well.
Tootles took her hand away gently, gave Martin a little disturbing smile, put her arm round the robust shoulders of her chum, opened the screen door and was gone.
Howard immediately left the piano.

He had only played to keep things merry and bright.

"Me for a drink," he said.

"And I think I've earned it." Martin's teeth gleamed as he gave one of his silent laughs.
"How well you know me, old son," he said.
"Of course.