Chapter 94

“I’m glad you came. You mustn’t mind——” “I’m afraid I bored him.” She was looking into the distance, her hands resting on the gate. “Everything bores him—poor Gil, everything and nothing.” “Doesn’t he touch that piano—now?” “No.” “We must get him back to it.” She swung the gate gently to her as he passed out, and turned to linger. “If one could——” “May I try, Mary?” “If you will. He used to extemporise. He had real genius—of a kind.” “I’ll try.” And though she did not thank him, he knew somehow that he had more tha…