He found her at the piano, singing in her pathetic mezzo-soprano a song that used to he a favorite of Tyson's.

The selection was another freak; it was the first time Louis had heard her sing that song since they left Thorneytoft.
This is what she sang; but Louis only came in for the last two verses.
"Oh feet that would be roving, I will not bid you stay, Though my heart should break with loving, When love is far away.
(_Dim_.) "Oh heart that would be sleeping, I will not wake you.

No, You shall hear no sound of weeping, No footsteps come and go.
"Then come not for my calling, Roam on the livelong day; Some time when night is falling, Love will steal home and stay.
"Or sleep, and fe-ear no waking, Sleep on, the li-ights are low, Some time when dawn is breaking, Love will awa-ake--awa-ake, (_Cresc_.) Love will awa-ake and know." That was the sort of song Tyson liked; and well, as Mrs.Nevill sang it, Stanistreet liked it too.

And Stanistreet was not in the least musical.
"What--_you_ here again ?" said she, swinging round on her music-stool.
"That's a jolly crescendo, isn't it?
But they're the silliest words, don't you think?
As if love ever came home to stay if he could help it.
He might put up a few things in a portmanteau, and run down from Saturday to Monday, perhaps, and--the lady was very accommodating, wasn't she ?" Stanistreet frowned and champed the ends of his mustache.

This was not at all the mood he desired to find her in.
"Don't be cynical," said he; "it's not like you." "Dear me--what shall I be then?
What _is_ like me ?" She threw herself back in a chair, kicked out her little feet, and yawned.