But it does not matter; I feel sure Mr. Dodd can play a livre ouvert." "Not he," said Eve, hypocritically, being secretly convinced he could. "Can you play 'a leevre ouvert, David?" "Who is it by, Miss Fountain?" Lucy never moved a muscle. After a rummage a duet was found that looked promising, and the performance began. In the middle David stopped. "Ha! ha!