I'm afraid of--" "Not of me, are you?
I'll go if you like," said she, laughing, "and then you'll have the room to yourself." "Oh no, please.

I didn't mean that.

Won't you play or sing something, Miss Violet ?" So Miss Violet sang "Cherry Ripe," and then, the doctor not having yet put in an appearance, Smedley asked if she would mind playing the accompaniment of "Down among the Dead Men," as he would like to try it over.
The young lady cheerfully complied, and when presently the head-master stalked into the room he was startled, and possibly a little amused, to be met with the defiant shout of his head boy,-- "And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men--down among the--" He was shaking his fist above his head, after the fashion of the song at the school suppers, when he suddenly stopped short at the sight of the doctor, and realised the horror of the situation.
"Go on, Mr Smedley," said Miss Violet, "finish the verse.

We shan't be a moment, uncle." But Smedley could as soon have finished that verse as fly up the chimney.

So the doctor's niece finished it for him, and then, with a "Good-night, Mr Smedley; thank you very much for the song," she tripped out of the room, leaving the hero to his fate.
It was not a very terrible fate after all.
"You and my niece have been having quite a concert," said the doctor.
"I hope I did not disturb you, sir.