Ella looked at him with a sudden seriousness in her great eyes.
“Daddy, you’ve heard something!”
Lord Ashleigh pulled a bundle of letters from his pocket.
“I have,” he admitted.
“Quick!” Ella begged. “Tell us all about it? Don’t sit there, dad, looking so stolid. Can’t you see I am dying to hear? Quick, please!”
Her father smiled, glanced for a moment at the plate which had been passed to him from the side table, approved of it and stretched out his hand for his cup.
“I heard this morning,” he said, “from your friend Delarey. He went into the matter very fully. You shall read his letter presently. The sum and substance of it all, however, is that for the first year of your musical training he advises—where do you think?”
“Dresden,” Lady Ashleigh suggested.
“Munich? Paris?” Ella put in breathlessly.
“All wrong,” Lord Ashleigh declared. “New York!”