"Oh, she taught music, but that was only because of necessity, I take it.

She's domestic through and through, with an overwhelming passion for making puddings and darning socks, I hear.

Alice says she believes Mrs.Cyril knows every dish and spoon by its Christian name, and that there's never so much as a spool of thread out of order in the house." "But how does Cyril stand it--the trials and tribulations of domestic life?
Bertram used to declare that the whole Strata was aquiver with fear when Cyril was composing, and I remember him as a perfect bear if anybody so much as whispered when he was in one of his moods.

I never forgot the night Bertram and I were up in William's room trying to sing 'When Johnnie comes marching home,' to the accompaniment of a banjo in Bertram's hands, and a guitar in mine.

Gorry! it was Hugh that went marching home that night." "Oh, well, from reports I reckon Mrs.Cyril doesn't play either a banjo or a guitar," smiled Arkwright.