Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. "It is your son. She had a few acquaintances, English gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. “Then I suppose when I have graduated I am to come home?” “It seems the natural course—” “And do nothing?” “There are plenty of things a girl can find to do at home. ’ If you engage me it must be upon my own merits. I don’t care. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed.
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