"You must," he said. "With such a voice it will be a shame if you are not one of these days the prima donna."
"Oh, do you think so?" exclaimed Juliet, with sparkling eyes. "What a lovely idea!"
Then suddenly, the light went out of her eyes. "It is impossible," she said, dropping her voice. "They would never let me. Uncle has the greatest objection to a public career for me. And mother is almost as bad."
"But surely you will not always be bound by their prejudices?" he said. "Your life is your own. They have no right to spoil it for you. Nothing can be impossible to one of your spirit and determination."
Juliet's eyes glowed again.
"Perhaps not," she said softly. "Certainly I manage to get my own way, as a rule."
"Of course. You ought always to have your own way. And you will, too. I have not a doubt of it."
"Decidedly I shall try for it," said Juliet, with a little laugh. "I shall not lightly give up my wish, you may be sure."
Juliet came into the house that evening wearing so bright a look that her mother felt sure she must have had a very pleasant lesson.
But when Juliet was questioned about it, she could not say that her master had given her much encouragement. "And yet I do feel encouraged somehow," she added, with a sunny smile.