“But I’ll ask you to listen to the tune before you begin to dance it,” he went on. “Now then, Portunus!” “Why! It’s just ‘Columbine’ over again …” began Prunella scornfully. But the words froze on her lips, and she stood spellbound and frightened. It was ‘Columbine,’ but with a difference. For, since they had last heard it, the tune might have died, and wandered in strange places, to come back to earth, an angry ghost.
