'Don't bother me with cute things now. Play with Henry and keep quiet.'
And Humphrey's voice droned on down there.
Henry dropped on the piano stool. Corinne was certainly less
indifferent. A little.
He struck chords; all he knew. He hummed a phrase of the Colonel's song
in _Patience_.
Corinne drew a chair to the end of the keyboard and settled herself
comfortably. 'Sing something,' she said. 'I love your voice.'
'It's no good,' said he, flushing with delight.