No, I can testify to
that. He was taken completely by surprise when I broke it to him;" she
heaved another long breath, turned away, and sat down heavily in the
nearest chair.

"Poor old John!" she said. But she didn't let that exclamation go
uninterpreted. "I didn't mean anything--personal by that," she went on.
"Only--only I didn't think John could make up his mind to let her
marry--anybody." Then in a rush--an aside, to be sure, but one he was
welcome to hear if he chose.--"He wanted her so much all to himself."

Whether he heard it or not, he failed, she thought, to attach any special
significance to that last comment of hers. He said that John had been
very nice about it, though he was, as any father would be under the
circumstances, taken aback. He had consented to regard the arrangement as
an accomplished fact and would, March hoped, in time be fully reconciled
to it. Then he went back rather quickly to the matter of his opera.

"Of course, it means more than ever to me now," he said, putting his hand
on the manuscript, "to get this produced. If it goes moderately well it
will help in a good many ways."

She found some difficulty in again turning her mind to this theme and
answered absently and rather at random, until she perceived that he was
getting ready to take his leave. He was saying something about an
appointment with LaChaise.

"Is it at once?" she asked. "Do you have to go right away?"

"I'm to have dinner with him and his secretary, who can talk English, at
six," March said, "but I thought I'd carry this off somewhere and read it
before I talked with them. It's been a long way out of my mind this last
three months."

"Don't go," Paula said. "It seems so--so nice to have you here. Sit down
and read your score. Then you'll have a piano handy in case you want to
hear anything." She added as she saw him hesitate, "I won't bother
you--but I'm feeling awfully lonely to-day."

At that, of course, he relinquished, though a little dubiously she
thought, his intention to go. She set about energetically making matters
convenient for him, cleared a small table of its litter and set it in the
window where he would have the best light; chose a chair for him to sit
in; urged him to take off his coat; and began looking about for something
for him to smoke--but not quite successfully. She was sure there were
cigarettes of Mary's somewhere about.

He didn't care to smoke just now, he said. If he felt later like