“Yes,” answered Barnes in surprise.
Langdon faltered on.
“Since I’ve been down here this summer my music has meant more to me than it ever did before. I’ve been able to express things through it.”
He paused.
“Your sister sort of makes a man understand,” he ventured.
Barnes drew a deep breath.
“What are you driving at?” he demanded.
“I’m trying to tell you,” answered Langdon, earnestly, “but I want you to understand me first. I know how business men feel about music.”
“Business men?”
“They think music and such things are for women, don’t they? They think Art doesn’t test you like gold hunting.”