"If only—You don't think it will be this side of January? You see, after January my—my plans may be uncertain."
"I understand. He's to conduct his own symphony in December, to be played the first time in this country, somewhere around Christmas in Boston, I think."
"Will you be wanting this room then?"
Miss Neugass swung her face with its considerable dip of nose toward
Lilly.
"You don't think this place will hold Millie any more? You don't think, for instance, the great Du Gass could receive the reporters—here!"
"But, after all, it's her home."
A levelness of expression came down over the face of Miss Neugass, as if a shade had been lowered across it, her voice, too, leveled of any inflection.
"Of course," she said, "you know about my sister and—Auchinloss."
"You mean—"
"Oh, I realize everybody knows—that is, everybody except my parents."