Let Miss Gray do likewise.

You play with these things when you are young--later on you will find them dry bones." "Dear me!" Lady Agatha said, with admiration.

"What a pity she isn't with us, Mary! What a pity she is only a destructive critic! Don't listen to her, child!" That first evening of their meeting Sir Robin Drummond had come to Mary's side and turned the page of her music while she sang.

She had a fresh and sweet voice, although of no great range or compass, and she could sing, without music, song after song of the old English masters, of Arne and Purcell and Bishop, and their delightful school.
"She brings strawberries and cream to town," said someone who was not particularly imaginative.
Mary was conscious of the young man's scrutiny as he turned her pages, and it embarrassed her, but she made no sign.
Afterwards she met Sir Robin many times.

He was at this time the adopted candidate for an East-End constituency, and was becoming well known as an advanced politician.