"Give me some tea for Aunt Barbara." This answer entranced Lady Ashbridge; she had to nudge Michael several times to show that she understood the brilliance of it, and put lump after lump of sugar into Barbara's cup in her rapt appreciation of it.
But very soon she turned to Sylvia again.
"And your brother is a friend of Michael's, too, isn't he ?" she said.
"Some day perhaps he will come to see me.

We don't see many people, Michael and I, for we find ourselves very well content alone.

But perhaps some day he will come and play his concert over again to us; and then, perhaps, if you ask me, I will sing to you.

I used to sing a great deal when I was younger.

Michael--where has Michael gone ?" Michael had just left the room to bring some cigarettes in from next door, and Lady Ashbridge ran after him, calling him.