"I don't suppose I should be allowed, if Dad knew. Of course, as I told you, it's all over now; but I don't know what will happen when I get back to Paris. I may see somebody else, and not be able to help myself. There's rather a handsome violin teacher who comes to teach one of the girls—but I mustn't give away other people's secrets, and she has left now. I shall be the only one to learn the violin next term."
"You don't play the violin."
"I asked Dad if I might, and he said I could."
"Barbara!" Jimmy stopped in the path again, with the evident intention of expressing himself with weight and fervour. But he had only got out the sentence. "You will not learn the violin next term," when Young George arrived on the scene.
"What's up?" he asked. "You look as if you were having a row."
"Jimmy objects to my learning the violin," said Barbara. "I'm sure I don't know why."
"You know very well why," said Jimmy. "Do you wish me to tell George the reason why I object?"
"Yes, if you've got one."
"She has taken a fancy to the violin teacher," said Jimmy. "She actually acknowledges it, and says—"