Bertram, too, was showing by his attitude the keenest appreciation.

William and Aunt Hannah, resting back in their chairs, were contentedly nodding their approval to each other.

Marie in her corner was motionless with rapture.

As to Billy--Billy was plainly oblivious of everything but the song and the singer.

She seemed scarcely to move or to breathe till the song's completion; then there came a low "Oh, how beautiful!" through her parted lips.
Bertram, looking at her, was conscious of a vague irritation.
"Arkwright, you're a lucky dog," he declared almost crossly.