We were staying the night at the Savoy, and Cheneston and I drove there
together, mother and father preceding us in another taxi.
"Pam," he said, "what were you thinking of to-night?"
"Just dreaming," I answered.
"I was thinking that in another week I shall be--out there."
"Yes," I said; and all the happiness that the music had brought me ebbed
from my heart, and left it cold and dark, like a little cellar when the
lamps had been extinguished.
To-morrow at six the battery entrains.