CHAPTER EIGHT
When the women had left the dining-room Carron got up from his place and sat down by Joyselle, who looked at him with unconcealed astonishment. He had never liked Carron, and knew that the man did not like him.
"When is your next concert to be, M. Joyselle?"
"The third of June."
"I—I always come. I have come for years, and last June I heard you in Paris. You must like playing with Colonne."
"I do. He is a wonderful director. But—I did not know that you liked music, Mr. Carron."
"I have always liked it. And no one plays the violin as you do."
He would not have hesitated to lie about the matter, had it been necessary, but he happened to be telling the truth, and his weary voice carried conviction.
Joyselle smiled. "I am glad," he said.
The two men eyed each other for a moment, and much was decided by their gaze.