“It was Cousin Will's singing,” she said.

At which her cousin burst into a suppressed, chuckling laugh, suddenly showing all his small, regular, rather sharp teeth, and just as quickly closing his mouth again.

“Has he got such a remarkable voice on him then?” asked Brangwen.

“No, it's not that,” said Anna. “Only it tickled me — I couldn't tell you why.”

And again a ripple of laughter went down the table.

Will Brangwen thrust forward his dark face, his eyes dancing, and said:

“I'm in the choir of St. Nicholas.”

“Oh, you go to church then!” said Brangwen.