Then, with an elaborate air of trying to appear very natural, he asked jovially: "Anything new to play to me ?" Alice arose at once.
"Yes.

I have a little nocturne that I was playing to Mr.Calderwell last night." "Oh, to Calderwell!" Arkwright had stiffened perceptibly.
"Yes.

_He_ didn't like it.

I'll play it to you and see what you say," she smiled, seating herself at the piano.
"Well, if he had liked it, it's safe to say I shouldn't," shrugged Arkwright.
"Nonsense!" laughed the girl, beginning to appear more like her natural self.

"I should think you were Mr.Cyril Henshaw! Mr.Calderwell _is_ partial to ragtime, I'll admit.