VIII.
HE MADE a movement to rid himself of his rug and rise; but she stepped forward quickly. "No—please! May I sit here a little while?"
"Yes—you may," he said, with his short laugh. "On the whole, I think you may!" Then he added, as she took the chair his sister had left beside him, "What were you glad I liked?"
"Don't you know?"
"You were humming the Pastorale. Did you mean that?"
"Yes, Mr. Orbison."
"You were at the Greek theatre last night, I suppose?"
"Why—yes. I was there."
"How did you know I liked it?"
She made a gesture toward the open window above them. "That's my room. I heard you telling your sister."
"I see," he said. "But what did you mean by say-
