
“Well, I can’t help it,” said a voice close ahead, and Freddy reared a freckled face and a pair of snowy shoulders out of the fronds. “I can’t be trodden on, can I?”
“Good gracious me, dear; so it’s you! What miserable management! Why not have a comfortable bath at home, with hot and cold laid on?”
“Look here, mother, a fellow must wash, and a fellow’s got to dry, and if another fellow—”
“Dear, no doubt you’re right as usual, but you are in no position to argue. Come, Lucy.” They turned. “Oh, look—don’t look! Oh, poor Mr. Beebe! How unfortunate again-
Rupert Graves, ladies and gentlemen! Is there anything that man can’t do? (And as a pianist, I can confirm that he is genuinely playing, no stunt double for Rupert!)
(Strike the concertina’s melancholy string
Blow the spirit-stirring harp like anything
Let the piano’s martial blast
Rouse the echoes of the past
They played their next sonata, let me see
Medulla oblongata, key of G…
However, we’re in E flat. - Wasn’t it any good?
- It’s lovely, dear.
Then they began to sing
That extremely lovely thing
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P
Scherzando ma non troppo, P, P, P)