Nobody does but myself.

But, then, it's good for me." The last two sentences were spoken in soliloquy, but Mary heard them, for he stood with the handle of the door in his hand.

He closed it, picked up his hat, and went softly down the stair.
The spell was broken, and Mary darted to the door.

But, just as she opened it, the outer door closed behind the strange musician, and she had not even learned his name..