"Did you try it more than once?" he asks.
"Yes." She blushes pitifully, but her honesty will not allow her to screen herself to him. "You must never let him think a wrong thing about you," says Denise, in her code of instructions.
It is not at all as she imagines. He is amazed that any member of his family would do so small a thing as to exclude her from the use of the piano.
"Well," he says, "you shall have one of your own as soon as Laura can take hers away."
"Oh!" Her sweet face is suddenly illumined. How delightful it will be through the long days when papa is away! She can begin to give Cecil lessons.
"I suppose you are all for Beethoven," the professor is saying. "Young people find such melody in 'Songs without Words.' But I want you to listen to this nocturne of Chopin's, though it is not a morning song."
Violet listens entranced. Floyd watches her face, where the soft lights come and go. If she could always look like that!
But Freilgrath cannot spend the whole morning at the piano. They are to drive around, to see the place and the factory, to arrange some plans for work.
"Cannot the pretty mother and child go?" he asks.
"Why, yes," Floyd answers, pleased with the notion.