"You will see all the beautiful places some day, my darling."
Bettina was sure she never should. This had been her one chance—who else was likely to take her?
"The fit and proper person. Your husband will take you, as your father took me."
That answer surprised us both.
I could not blame Bettina for feeling that it seemed to postpone the delights of travel overlong.
The strange new Bettina went about the house, settling to nothing, at once restive and idle. All on edge. The worst sign of all was that she neglected her music. My mother remonstrated.
"What's the use?"
"You will find your music a very important part of your equipment."
"Equipment!" said the new Bettina scornfully. "Equipment for what?"
"For taking your place in the world."