\" Beaufort grumbled. \"And when I try to liven it up for you, you go back on me. Come—think better of it! Sunday is your last chance, for Campanini leaves next week for Baltimore and Philadelphia; and I've a private room, and a Steinway, and they'll sing all night for me.\"
\"How delicious! May I think it over, and write to you tomorrow morning?\"
She spoke amiably, yet with the least hint of dismissal in her voice. Beaufort evidently felt it,
\" Beaufort grumbled. \"And when I try to liven it up for you, you go back on me. Come—think better of it! Sunday is your last chance, for Campanini leaves next week for Baltimore and Philadelphia; and I've a private room, and a Steinway, and they'll sing all night for me.\"
\"How delicious! May I think it over, and write to you tomorrow morning?\"
She spoke amiably, yet with the least hint of dismissal in her voice. Beaufort evidently felt it,
