"My dear child, he is three years younger than I, even counting in bare years! And in reality I am twenty years too old for him. Silly little boy, don't bother about me." And her face, as she smiled down at her brother, was very pleasant as well as very beautiful.
"But he has money——"
She nodded.
"And——"
"How did you know that, imp?"
"Having eyes to see, I saw. And I'd like to be an In-law to Victor Joyselle. I'd make him play to me all day. I say, I suppose she wouldn't let us run up to hear him to-morrow?"
"Not she."
He sighed, and it was a grown-up sigh issuing from a child's throat, for he loved music and had read the programme.
"How glorious the last one was! Upon my word, if I were you, I'd marry Théo just to be that man's daughter-in-law."
Again she laughed and laid her hand on his head.