‘Will you sing while I do Dalcroze?’ said Gudrun, suffering at having to repeat herself.

Ursula thought a moment, gathering her straying wits together.

‘While you do — ?’ she asked vaguely.

‘Dalcroze movements,’ said Gudrun, suffering tortures of self-consciousness, even because of her sister.

‘Oh Dalcroze! I couldn’t catch the name. DO — I should love to see you,’ cried Ursula, with childish surprised brightness. ‘What shall I sing?’

‘Sing anything you like, and I’ll take the rhythm from it.’

But Ursula could not for her life think of anything to sing.