dambrod, and in the little Scotch room there is an awful silence befitting the occasion. James with his hand poised-for if he touches a piece he has to play it, Alick will see to that-raises his red head suddenly to read Alick‟s face. His father, who is Alick, is pretending to be in a panic lest James should make this move. James grins heart-lessly, and his fingers are about to close on the "man‟ when some instinct of self-preservation...