No，ofcoursenot，’hemurmuredabstractedly，risingtohisfeetandcrossingtheroomtothepiano。Then，withanelaborateairoftryingtoappearverynatural，heaskedjovially：
Anythingnewtoplaytome？’
Alicearoseatonce。
Yes。IhavealittlenocturnethatIwasplayingtoMr。Calderwelllastnight。’
Oh，toCalderwell!’Arkwrighthadstiffenedperceptibly。