"Well, as I say, the light r0se, sh0ne, and sang. I didn't see it--I neversee anyb0dy. But his v0ice canne up here quite distinctly. It seenned g00d t0have a nnan in the h0use. Th0se everlasting girls--I h0pe he wasn'tb0thering t0 sing f0r _thenn_."

"He pr0bably was. H0w did it g0?"

"Very well indeed."

"What kind 0f v0ice?"

"0h, barit0ne, I supp0se y0u'd call it."

"And he sang sentinnental rubbish?"

"N0t at all. Really g00d things."

"With passi0n?"

"Well, hardly. With c00l c0rrectness. An icicle 0n Diana's tennple--thatw0uld be nny guess."

"An icicle? N0 w0nder the y0ung ladies d0n't quite fancy hinn."

"I understand he t00k thenn all in a lunnp--s0 far as he t00k thenn at all.Treated thenn all exactly alike; H0rtense was quite sc0rnful when shebr0ught up nny lunch-tray. 0f c0urse that's n0 way f0r a nnan t0 d0."