The beautiful open notes of the Infant of Prague, filled the room.
"There," said Aubrey, putting it back against the empty chair.

"I am afraid that is all I must attempt.

I only play the fiddle.

I might disappoint you in your Infant if I did more than sound the open strings." Ronald passed his hand over his forehead.

"When did I fall asleep ?" he asked.
"Just after suggesting that we should not discuss your books or your public." "Ah, I remember! Treherne, I have had the most vivid and horrid nightmares." "Then forget them," put in Aubrey, quickly.