"Of father. He has received our message by now. Poor dad, he won't sleep to-night. To-morrow they will all have the news, and on Sunday in church they will 'be talking about it.'"
"But your voice would have been wasted. Your father would have reproached himself; he would think he had sacrificed you to his music."
"Which wouldn't be true."
"True or false, he'd think it. Besides, it would be true in a measure."
Evelyn told Owen of her interview with her father that morning, and he said—
"You acted nobly."
"Nobly? Owen!"
"There was nobility in your conduct."
"He'll be so lonely, so lonely. And," she exclaimed, clasping her hands, "who will play the viola da gamba?"
"When I bring you back a great singer ... there'll be substantial consolation in that."