IVOR brought his hands down with a bang on to the final chord of his rhapsody.
Small details matter little so long as the general effect is good.
And, besides, that hint of the seventh was decidedly modern. He turned round in his seat and tossed the hair back out of his eyes. That's the best I can do for you, I'm afraid. Nature and fortune had vied with one another in heaping on Ivor Lombard all their choicest gifts. He had wealth and he was perfectly independent.