"Father won't think so; if he only thought well of my singing he would forgive me."
"How unaffected you are; in hearing you speak one hears your very soul."
"Do you? But tell me, is he very incensed? Shall I meet a face of stone?"
"He is incensed, no doubt, but he must forgive you. But every day's delay will make it more difficult."
"I know, I know."
"You cannot go to-morrow?"
"Why not?"
"To-morrow you sing this opera. Go on Saturday; you'll be sure to find him on Saturday afternoon. He has a rehearsal in the morning and will be at home about four in the afternoon."
As they walked through the scenery she said, "You'll come to see me," and she reminded him of his promise to go through the Isolde music with her.
"Mind, you have promised," she said as she got into her carriage.