With her disdainful nose in the air she walked to the piano.
"Come, Mr.Arkwright," she said with dignity.

"Let's try this song." Arkwright rose at once and accompanied her to the piano.
They had sung the song through twice when Billy became uneasily aware that, on the other side of the room, Calderwell and Alice Greggory were softly chuckling over something they had found in a magazine.

Billy frowned, and twitched the corners of a pile of music, with restless fingers.
"I wonder if Alice hasn't got some quartets here somewhere," she murmured, her disapproving eyes still bent on the absorbed couple across the room.
Arkwright was silent.

Billy, throwing a hurried glance into his face, thought she detected a somber shadow in his eyes.

She thought, too, she knew why it was there.