"Why we should all be here discussing Jean's career, when there are far more important things to think about, I can't imagine. Jean, you might stop talking of your own affairs for once and help with Isobel's. Here's another box to be opened."
Jean stood pulling at the string.
"Still," she said obstinately, "if you have a voice and a fine method, and a man behind you like Slavska----"
"Oh, put her out," wailed Betty.
A chorus of "Put her out" ensued. Cuthbert, coming in in the midst of this, without asking for particulars, took Jean in his arms, and carried her off.
"I think it's perfectly miraculous the strength that comes to engaged people," said Betty simply. "Cuthbert couldn't have moved Jean a few weeks ago."
They both returned at that moment, looking warm but satisfied.
"The pater is growling downstairs that he can't get one of you to play to him nowadays," said Cuthbert. "There are to be no more weddings he says."
"Oh, there never is to be no more anything," wailed Betty. "And I'm only half grown up. You've exhausted papa before one of you have done anything."
"Well, let Jean go and rehearse her concert," remarked Isobel calmly.