"Of course I am, my dear child."
His mouth she saw was set and determined. Feeling as though he had struck her, she went on in silence, and the silence remained unbroken until they had reached the house.
"I may go to him at once?" Joyselle asked her, as Burton helped him take off his coat.
"Yes."
They went upstairs together, and outside the door of the boudoir he paused and took the violin out of its case.
Tommy, who was talking very loud about Alexander the Great, stared at him without recognition.
"Allô, Tommy; here I am," Joyselle began, taking the boy's hand. "Come to scold you for being ill and worrying us all."
"I don't want you—not that it isn't very kind of you to come. I want—him. And he won't come."
Joyselle frowned at Brigit, who was about to speak. "Well—I am going to play for you, and it may amuse you till he does come."
He tuned his violin and began to play.