f their pods with her
finger, and lick up from the palm of her little brown hand. Many
delightful things he showed her, while Holly and the dog Balthasar danced
ahead, or came to them at intervals for attention. It was one of the
happiest afternoons he had ever spent, but it tired him and he was glad
to sit down in the music room and let her give him tea. A special little
friend of Holly's had come in--a fair child with short hair like a boy's.
And the two sported in the distance, under the stairs, on the stairs, and
up in the gallery. Old Jolyon begged for Chopin. She played studies,
mazurkas, waltzes, till the two children, creeping near, stood at the
foot of the piano their dark and golden heads bent forward, listening.
Old Jolyon watched.
"Let's see you dance, you two!"
Shyly, with a false start, they began. Bobbing and circling, earnest,
not very adroit, they went past and past his chair to the strains of that
waltz. He watched them and the face of her who was playing turned
smiling towards those little dancers thinking:
'Sweetest picture I've seen for ages.'
A voice said:
"Hollee! Mais enfin--qu'est-ce que tu fais la--danser, le dimanche!
Viens, donc!"
But the children came close to old Jolyon, knowing that he would save
them, and gazed into a face which was decidedly 'caught out.'
"Better the day, better the deed, Mam'zelle. It's all my doing. Trot
along, chicks, and have your tea."
And, when they were gone, followed by the dog Balthasar, who took every
meal, he looked at Irene with a twinkle and said:
"Well, there we are! Aren't they sweet? Have you any little ones among
your pupils?"
"Yes, three--two of them darlings."
"Pretty?"
"Lovely!"
Old Jolyon sighed; he had an insatiable appetite for the very young. "My
little sweet," he said, "is devoted to music; she'll be a musician some
day. You wouldn't give me your opinion of her playing, I suppose?"
"Of course I will."
"You wouldn't like--" but he stifled the words "to give her lessons." The
idea that she gave lessons was unpleasant to him; yet it would mean that
he would see her regularly. She left the piano and came over to his
chair.
"I would like, very much; but there is--June. When are they coming
back?"
Old Jolyon frowned. "Not till the middle of next month. What does that
matter?"
"You said June had forgiven me; but she could never forget, Uncle
Jolyon."
Forget! She must forget, if he wanted h
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