And I suppose, in any case, you'd rather not have to play in public immediately after a long railway journey." "How do you know I play ?" demanded Nan.

"It's just conceivable I might be a singer!" A distinct twinkle showed behind the monocle.
"There are quite a number of 'conceivable' things about you.

But I heard Miss Nan Davenant play several times during the war--at concerts where special seats were allotted to the wounded.

I'm sorry to say I haven't heard you lately.

I've only just come back from America." "Oh, were you in the war ?" she asked quickly.
"Why, naturally." He smiled a little.